So, Fenris, do you and the others have, like, a fatsignal or something?
ALERT ALERT
We have a situation in the pit.
Assemble our tactical strike team.
Gather cheetos and pork rinds and report to the pit.
Carbohydrates are at stake, people.
Rascals, ROLL OUT!
Really–you’re STILL on the “fat jokes” thing?
Dude–you’re so dumb you couldn’t find a fart in a bathtub.
Well what in blazes do you suppose rudeness is? Is there a guide, other than Ms. Manners columns? Seriously now, we can all burp at the dinner table whenever we good and well please, which violates no Official Rule that I know of, and is still rude. Maybe I am just decreeing another arbitrary action to be rude out of my ass again. I do that. Wasting people’s time because you’re a lazy doofus is rude. Walking five-abreast, a half mile an hour on the sidewalk is rude. No rule against that, as far as I know, but move your fucking asses over so the rest of the world can get places. I know, I know, you pay taxes and have every right to walk in whatever sidewalk-consuming, slow ass fashion as you please, but getting in everyone else’s way makes you a rude douche.
Do we need to start a new thread on manners?
i’ll repeat: anyone that thinks their time is so valuable that other people ought not to waste it is:
a) a giant, shit-filled colostomy bag
b) a worthless person that actually has no value to society
carry on.
p.s. I’m not fat. at all.
Well, I don’t have gassy bloat, so I don’t really fart in the bathtub.
I can just imagine your rage, though. I’m going up to the 15th floor and I hop on the elevator and push the button. As the door starts sliding closed, a hand like a slab of city ham penetrates the closing gap and stops the door.
The door slowly opens to reveal a person of nearly spherical shape. The elevator subtly shifts as you take a step across the threshold. An odor of stale hot dogs and bacteria wafts out from your sweatshirt as the cables groan quietly, taking up the new load.
You heave a sigh and compose yourself, your maw sucking in air like the blower on a '62 Chevy big block. Your sausage-like finger rises up, rocking the car as a substantial mass being moved produces an equal and opposite reaction. As the door slides closed, you rumble to your compatriot outside: “Remember: steak buffet at the Sizzler - 7:00 sharp!”
With that exhortation, you reach toward the panel and strike the button. It shifts from dark to lit, a glowing beacon: “2”.
The car starts moving, a little more slowly than usual. As we travel the 12 feet to the next floor, a sheen of sweat breaks upon your brow, drawn out by the exertion of the walk through the lobby.
The bell rings; the door opens. I see a 70 year old man walking past. He was last sighted heading for the door to the stairs. You leave the elevator, as it sways in the ecstasy not dissimilar to one who has just had an enormous weight lifted from their shoulders. Oxygen rushes in to replace the greenhouse-effect-producing mass of CO2 your mighty internal furnace has produced as you metabolize the agricultural output of a small third-world nation.
I pause for a moment, reflecting upon my recent perilous proximity to death by crush syndrome. I relax as the impending blackness fades, life-giving air restoring my brain functions, ready to ascend to my penthouse in the sky, my nightmare over.
But as the door closes, a round shadow falls across the threshold. My nightmare has just begun…
Yeah. People who exhibit a blatant disregard for people’s time must think theirs is more important than everyone else’s. Shitheads, the lot of them.
or, you know, they think their time is equally valuable.
were you born retarded or do you like huffing gasoline from garbage bags?
Weren’t you the one getting upset at people’s slow driving?
Shit.
This is actually a pretty good point. I’m rethinking my position.
hush, now. that’s totally different 
plus, i don’t write stupid-ass pit posts about it.
Shhh!
Let’s just run with this idea about believing another person’s time is *equal *to yours even though you’re *wasting *the other person’s with behavior that saves you no time whatsoever. That makes more sense than calling people on hypocrisy.
and you’re sure it saves no time?
if you’re a rotund butterball, it most assuredly does. and unless you run up stairs, it’s probably a time saver for most svelte people.
So now ivn is right! People who think it saves time to take the elevator are fatties! :eek:
Seriously now, walking up one flight is faster unless the elevator happens to be on your floor. I don’t have time to wait and see, I just bleeping walk. And ya know, sometimes I do take more than one step at once, which isn’t exactly running, but it speeds up the process.
so the OP would be cool with someone taking the elevator 1 flight if it happened to open up right as he (the one-flight rider) pushed the button?
and, i have no idea what the first part of your post means.
On many occasions, I have entered a building lobby at the same time as other people that are taking the elevator. Almost always, I can take the stairs and beat the elevator to the first floor, and I’m not running up the stairs, either. It takes a while for everyone to get on the elevator, push the button, wait for the doors to close, wait for it to go up a flight, doors open, etc., and you know, one flight of stairs is really not that far.
It doesn’t really bother me much when someone else gets on an elevator and takes it for only a floor. What do I know; maybe they have some kind of hidden disability or something. But I feel like a complete tool standing there waiting for an elevator to come and haul me up a floor when there’s a perfectly good flight of stairs nearby, so for one or two floors, I’ll take the stairs.
Reasonable commentary has no place in this thread. Please insult someone, STAT!
Actually, the funniest thing about this for me is that my building parking level ONLY has elevator service unless you have a maintenance key–the stairwell doors are exit only until you get to the first floor proper.
I guess you missed the four pages of silly fat jokes whathisface has been cracking. Post 145 was a actually pretty good one, though.
And I don’t know what the OP thinks; despite the similarities in appearance, we are different people. But an elevator ride that stops at every floor is a longer ride than one that only stops at, say, floors 5 and above.
Thanks a lot there.
Guess what song will be stuck in my head ALL night now.
Evil bastid
For the OP: