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Anyways… It’s irksome…
Usually, if I need to go up or down only one or two floors, I will take the stairs. I tell myself it’s good for me. I tell myself it will be faster than waiting for an elevator. I remind myself that if the elevator travels between more than three floors, then it will also prevent me from annoying other people who are using the elevator to travel greater distances than I.
Because, really, when you step into an elevator with the intention of going up, say, eight floors, it’s annoying when someone gets in with you on the main floor and hits that ’2′ button. I’ve felt that pang of irritation as the elevator gets going, only to stop again so that this person can get out, when they really could have easily just gone up the stairs. I lose fifteen seconds out of my day to save them a relatively small amount of physical effort. That being said, I’m not so heartless that I get miffed at people who need the elevator, even just for one floor – you know, those with mobility issues, or those pushing strollers or with a small child in tow, or those carrying huge armloads of stuff. After all, I think I’ve been one of those people carrying the big armloads of stuff, and an elevator makes life so much easier when you can’t see the stairs in front of you.
Yesterday, though, as I was travelling down to the ground level from the eleventh floor of an even higher rise building, one person got on the elevator, and what he did made my blood boil, I actually wonder if I made a crazy rage face at him behind his back – there were no mirrors in the elevator, and the doors were not sufficiently polished so that he could actually see my reflection or anything, so I’m not worried about him having seen me or anything.
What did he do?
He called the elevator at the fifth floor.
He stepped off the elevator at the fourth floor.
This guy called an elevator in a high rise building so that he could travel down a single floor.
Apparently, it bugged me enough that a full 24 hours later, I’m still thinking about it, and seething a little inside too.
Good thing Cola’s an effective antidote for rage. For me, at any rate….