“Gwailo”?
Gweilo - Chinese term for westerners.
Outside lane? Are you on a racecourse?
I’m sad to say that I actually understand this, having also grown up in a Roman Catholic household.
Of course, there’s a short period of time after Communion for everyone to silently pray and/or reflect before mass continues. My observation has been that, for the most part, the more devout folks seem to want to get their Communion first so that they have more time to pray. I’m sure there’s also a contingency that rushes purely for show, but I can’t speak for those folks.
Elevators.
If you are waiting to get on an elevator, it will be much easier if you let the people who are on there get off first, instead of running over them.
And if the call button is lit, hitting it again and again and again will not make the elevator arrive any faster.
Yeah, but it’s something to do while you’re waiting for the elevator.
Or get on, even. I’m referring to the people who nudge their way down a crowded onramp toward an equally crowded freeway, and then instead of merging directly into the lane, they continue forward, often partly on the shoulder, so they can merge one or two cars further ahead. It’s sort of humorous to think of these folks as “hurrying,” considering how little of that is possible in bumper-to-bumper gridlock, but clearly they’re impatient and trying to shave milliseconds off their commute, so I guess it qualifies. I used to get angry at these drivers, but I decided it wasn’t healthy to get too emotionally involved with the uncontrollable behavior of random strangers, so I’ve scaled back to mild irritation mixed with amused superiority.
Apparently the Roman Catholic Bible doesn’t have the whole first shall be last thing that mine has.
There is a woman that I get on the bus with who insists on being the first on the bus every morning. Then she uses a ride card instead of an unlimited use card. (The unlimited use is just a swipe, the ride card you feed in, it is marked by the fare box and ejected, which takes longer than the swipe) Then she has to sit in one of the front seats, so we all have to wait for her twice, once to pay and once to sit down before we can continue boarding the bus and go to the empty seats in the back. Somehow, though, she isn’t in a hurry to get off the bus. She waits until it comes to a completly complete full stop before she gets up, then she walks to the front door and meanders off the bus where normal people queue up at the back door a half a block before our stop and jump off as soon as the doors unlatch.
Lemming syndrome would be my short answer.
I’m like the OP. Wait until the last minute both on and off.
It’s not like the baggage is going to be ready at the carousel anyway.
I nearly ran down a woman in the parking station near work today. She ran out between the parked cars to join the queue of people waiting to pay for parking. She had several minutes of waiting ahead of her (like we all do every day) so WTF.
I don’t hurry to get on the plane, but I’m definitely one of the aisle dwellers at the end of the trip. By the end of a flight, I’m tired of sitting and I’d rather be standing at the back of the plane behind everyone else rather than sitting for another 15-30 minutes.
Being somewhat claustrophobic, I like being where the crowd isn’t.
When leaving a plane, concert , sporting event ,whatever, I stay in my seat until most of the crowd has dispersed. I’ll stand and stretch, but I’ll not enter the aisle until there’s plenty of breathing room.
You people check luggage 
That must be why you can safely wait to board and deboard.
Just kidding 
If I check luggage on an assigned seat flight, I’m no longer in a hurry to board prior to last call.
As for the bus people: when I work in midtown, I take a bus to the train. The last stop is the train station. I got on a somewhat crowded bus - mostly because assholes can’t be bothered to move two feet from the entrance. So I smack a lot of people with my laptop bag, only half-accidentally, as I move to the back. I stand by the rear exit, out of the way of the aisle. It is very rare for anyone to get off this bus prior to the last stop during rush hour, so usually I an not in anyone’s way. I put my laptop bag in front of me to further clear the aisle.
We approach the last stop. I’m standing there, reading my paper, minding my own business. No more interim stops. Mr. First-Off-the-Bus comes up behind me, “Excuse me, I’m getting off next stop.” :smack: In my snarkiest, most obnoxious, most I-haven’t-had-my-morning-coffee, louder than I have to way, I reply, “No shit, Sherlock. Everyone gets off here. It’s the last friggin’ stop.” Needless to say, I didn’t make a friend that day. You know how it is. There can only be one Center-of-the-Universe, and that’s me. All the rest of these posers simply need to back off.
For the record, yes, I am that rude, surly NYer everyone hears and reads about. Especially in the morning.
I only get the chance to go on a plane every 3-5 years, so I get mighty excited about it! I’m not a bored business traveler, I’m a teenager who is about to go on an adventure!
Yeah, I know I’m lame.
The ticket-check line at any sporting event and many concerts. You’ve got an assigned seat, you’re at the place about an hour before it’s scheduled to start, and you’re pushing to be first through the gate? The game/band isn’t going to start any earlier. Is getting that concession-stand beer one minute earlier really going to make a big difference in your life?
I hate to stand in line. Any line. So I wait till the last minute. But thrice I had MY seat occupied. Hassle resulting, calling the hostess, all eyes staring at me… and being somwhat uneasy to see the occupier pitifully leaving MY seat. :rolleyes: