Why can’t people learn how to use elevators. Actually, it’s not so much of an operation issue, as it is one of general awareness. People ride in elevators. We all know this. People get in and out of those stupid things all day long, don’t they? In fact, if you are standing in front of an elevator, you are probably planning to get on the thing. And (and here’s the key), unless you are a sad, strange little man, you intend to get out of the elevator fairly shortly after you enter it. That said, why, oh why, people, do you stand right there in front of the elevator doors in the hallway and acted shocked and baffled when the doors open and someone is trying to get out? Granted, perhaps the elevator in question is not in a particularly busy building. Fine. But surely you’ve got to expect that you are not the only person in the vicinity that wants to travel between floors using one of the miracles of modern technology.
When I’m in the elevator and it stops at my floor, and the door opens (this is the general pattern, mind you), I step forward to get off. That is the point of this whole procedure. Get in, get off. In, out. On, off. Simple. I step forward to get off, and the door is opening and there is some schmuck already in mid-stride to get on the elevator. It is to the point where, if the elevator door had not opened properly, this bozo would have smacked his forehead right into the still-closed door. No need for this haste, in my opinion. So I’m trying to get off, and he is already getting on, and the door opens fully and then he notices me and starts, as if another human being getting off the elevator is the last thing on God’s green earth he ever expected to encounter today. Sometimes, he’ll say, “You scared me.” I scared you, did I, you dumb fuck? Well, that’s just great, now how about you step back and let me off this thing, huh? I scared you? Was my disembarking so threatening, the way I took a step to get off the fucking elevator? Maybe you’re just a little jumpy, or mentally retarded or something. And STEP BACK, fertheluvofgod!! I don’t want to do a little dance with a fucking jackass, bobbing and weaving to get off the elevator. Get out of the way. Go home. Have some soup. Shoot yourself in the face. Thank you.
Don’t even get me started about escalators. They are steps. You can walk up steps can’t ya? Huh? If these stairs weren’t moving, would you just stand there on the bottom step with your stupid mouth hanging open, waiting? You probably would, wouldn’t you? Don’t stand on the fucking escalator, relishing the fact that there’s another task in your day that your lazy ass doesn’t actually have to do, like walk up the fucking stairs!! Get out of the way!!! MOVE!!!