This country is going to hell in a hand basket. Why is it I can’t step off a goddamn elevator without some ass clown dodging past me to get in? I didn’t learn a whole lot of etiquette growing up but one thing I did learn was that you always let people off the elevator before you step on. It is just a common fucking courtesy. I can remember my Mom grabbing me by the shirt collar and holding me back so that other people could exit. Don’t get me wrong I understand that little kids are excited to get on something that moves and push some buttons. I have no problem with the little kids. They can push those buttons all day long because soon they will grow up and realize it is not that awesome, so let the little bastards live it up.
My beef is with the grown ass people, most of whom look older than me, wedging their way on before I have a chance to step out. The doors just fucking opened, hang back for 10 seconds and let me get off. It is still going to take the doors 45 seconds to close whether you step on 1 second after they open or 10. These are the same pricks that constantly press the door close button. Newsflash asshole, that button doesn’t do anything. They just put it there to make impatient pricks like you feel better. If you are in such a hurry do yourself a favor and take the stairs. Then the rest of the patient people on the elevator don’t have to listen to you huff and puff each time the elevator stops on a floor other than your own.
I can’t change all you old assholes that have developed this bad habit so I am going to make it my mission to piss you off instead. If I am on an elevator and you try to walk on before I get off I am going to stand in front of you. You dodge left, I am going to dodge left. That’s right asshole, I am going to jam you up until you step back and let me off the elevator. Merry Christmas!
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agreed. Although I live the slow life now and don’t have much use for elevators, I absolutely hated bastards like that, which I dealt with on a near daily basis. My mom taught me better
Like when you’re on the elevator and the doors open up and there’s somebody standing so close that their nose must’ve been touching the doors and they’ve got this mortified look like “other people ride elevators????”