Rule 1: Your list is TLDR.
Rule 2: Take the fucking stairs, Princess. It’s obvious that the elevator is just too much for someone as delicate as you.
Rule 1: Your list is TLDR.
Rule 2: Take the fucking stairs, Princess. It’s obvious that the elevator is just too much for someone as delicate as you.
How the hell am I supposed to check out your ass if I don’t let you go first? :dubious:
Especially if they’re going to spend the time between floors 1 and 2 complaining about how Jenny Craig or whatever diet plan they’re on isn’t working.
Seconded. If you’re not specifically complaining about loud idiots on cell phones, you’re a knee-jerk reactionary yourself.
Christ, I loathe people who do this! Yes, we’re both on an elevator/bus/plane/whateverthehell together. I am aware that you are here. Why do you have to go and fuck it up and talk to people?
Meh, I do this at my doctor’s office, if only because the stairs are all the way down at the other end of the hall, and the elevator is right next to the office. I just want to get in and out as quickly as possible. It’s just quicker. (And trust me, usually I hate elevators)
28.) If you ARE going to listen to your MP3 player, get a really good pair of earbuds. The ones I have, you can’t even hear the music from them if it’s playing at top volume. (I know, I’ll have them sitting beside me, and I still can’t hear it until I put them in my ears.
What makes you think he is an itinerant?
Also, the only one of these that I can co-sign is the one about standing clear of the doors and allowing passengers to alight before you board.
Considering that I’ve never taken an elevator journey that has lasted more than forty seconds, the no talking rule seems a little extreme. I’m sorry you’re not a “morning person,” but you’re still at “work” sweetie, and that sucks, I know, but maybe you could just try going to bed earlier.
#427a: Make sure to face away from the door. Ensure that eye contact is made with an individual rider. Maintain eye contact until the other party breaks. Repeat this process until you have established dominance over every person in the elevator. As soon as this occurs, slam the button for the next floor. When the elevator doors open, back out of the elevator slowly, while pointing accusingly at the group still in the elevator. Maintain this until the doors close.
It appears you and I aren’t as different as we like to pretend.
This seems precisely backwards: “lift” is a one-syllable, germanic, everyday kind of word. “Elevator” is a four-syllable pretentious latinate word that means the same exact thing. Why we Americans got stuck with the latter is a mystery to me.
Meh. It beats “elevatorium”. And plus, it doesn’t just “lift” - it drops as well.
Maybe it’s because we use words like “latinate”.
Yeah, you’ll only put them on their guard. You want to strike when they don’t suspect it.
Can I just call it, “the up and down room”?
I like to send my farts on a ride in an empty elevator to another floor.
Did you add people who press the button to have the elevator stop at their floor, get in halfway and then finish their conversations with random other people waiting for an elevator going the opposite way and/or holding the elevator for people who aren’t there yet but they want to ride down with? Because that is also pretty damn annoying. Especially if I am hangry.
Wait, you did…#8. I totally agree.
This one is wrong, according to Miss Manners and, more importantly, me. It only LOOKS courteous, but is actually rude as it slows the boarding and debarking process for everyone, including the women whom you are ostensibly assisting.
27a) People who criticize people who take the elevator from the first to the second floor because they haven’t noticed that* the fucking stairwells are locked down *must apologize for over-generalizing.
Muthafuckas gotta know theys place. Werd.
A former teacher once told me a gag he would do in a certain elevator (slow) in a building in NYC. He’d ride with a group of people and stare at them, blinking as little as possible. Sometimes, if he was feeling especially creepy, he’d mouth-breathe. Then he’d get off and run like hell to the next floor where the 'vator was heading. The doors would open, and he’d be standing there, staring. And then he’d say, “I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!”