I WILL get my inbox cleaned out before I retire to bed tonight, but…
…my music selection right now is absolutely horrible! My MP3 collection is sitting quietly in a computer that I can’t use until my router gets here, so I have a grand total of nine songs on this computer and as good as they are, I’ve listened to them all approximately three million times and they’re starting to get a little old!
Also, I’ve tried not to let anything get to me since I arrived here in Florida – kind of a self-improvement deal, if you will – but today as I was leaving work, I had an increasingly bad headache and somebody finally just pushed my buttons in the wrong way…
ELEVATOR ETIQUETTE – am I the only one who understands this?! Obviously we’re all going to the same place, yet apparently the people already waiting for the elevators to show up are just in the way because as soon as that tone is heard, everyone and her** brother shoves their way from the back to get in first. Cramming to fit in so they can get stuck in traffic before anybody else, these people will step on your toes and elbow you out of the way, all with a friendly “Excuse me!” and yet once they’re finally on the elevator, they look at you like you’re some kind of asshole for finding a spot yourself! Twelve people are crammed onto an elevator, practically sitting on each others laps, and the second I get on because there was a little extra standing room (and hey, I was standing directly in front of the door prior to my trampling), I’m the jerk because I bumped someone on the way down.
Tensions rise, people scream, “Hello? 3500 pounds?! Don’t touch my elbow!” True, it was the same elbow that shoved me out of the way in the first place, but I suppose that was different. I always thought it was polite to wait in line and take your turn as it came, but after two weeks of watching six or seven elevators leave before I had the chance because people are rude, I decided to just say “Fuck it” and go with the flow. As if a forty-five minute commute home isn’t bad enough already, we just don’t need this kind of shit building up ontop of it…
** I say her because from my previous experience, the women are typically worse than anybody else at this. She may look hot when you see her walking down the hall, but you can’t truly judge a woman until you’ve observed how she acts in an elevator…
Maybe Kurt wasn’t as crazy as I thought with taking the stairs and all! Oh well, tomorrow is another day, another victory at rummy, and who knows what else is in store for our hero? Tune in next time…
oi vay….
if i were a feminist i would SO be on your ass right now? being that i’m often anti-feminist in a womanist sort of way i will let it go. i’ve come to accept elevator akwardness as just another factor we must accept as human beings. Stepping over the line is not just rude comments, though- i’d prefer standing in the akward silence– but when the tri-delta hair-flipper decides it’s ‘crucial!’ to call her roommate to see if Bopsy got laid last night, well, i could just hyperventilate.