I don’t get it. If I’m standing in the elevator when it lands at my destination (say, the fourth floor) and you are waiting to get in to go to your floor, why do you stand at the door, and start pushing your way into it before I get out? Wouldn’t it be a lot easier if you stood to the side and let me go free?
And why do you give me the most incredibly bitchy stare because I try to get out before you push me back in?
You know who you are, Gan HaTechnologi freaks.
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Oh girrrrl, it’s not just the elevator. It’s the sidewalk, the narrow aisle at the makolet and the same bitchy stare every time. It’s about territory, stance, some sick and twisted idea of not moving aside because that would be “weak”…it’s one of the reasons they’re loved the world over.
I guess I can take all of the other places because I can maneuver a sidewalk or any other crowded place amazingly and avoid the crap… (all the New York walking). But all the New York experience in the world wouldn’t prepare me for elevators since everyone was so goddam polite about elevators.
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