Things Nice People Already Know: Elevator Etiquette
Mamacita says: When the elevator door opens, dear ones, don’t make a mad dash for it. Wait until the people who are already on there get off, before you try to enter. Don’t stand directly in front of the elevator door, either. Stand to the side, so people have room to exit the elevator. Don’t even START to move toward the open door until everybody is off; it’s pushy and rude.
That’s just basic etiquette, which apparently many people in my building don’t understand.
Seriously, I don’t get it. People crowd up close to the elevator and start pushing their way in before the doors are even completely open! This pushes the people who are already in there to the back, where they then must start pushing people aside in order to get OUT.
The world would be a better place if people would wait their turn and stop pushing. This applies to pretty much everything.
Oh, and the guy with the small dog who pushed his way into the elevator last night? Thanks so much for both the poop and the dander reaction. Next time, please hire a sitter for your animal; don’t bring it to school with you. Public buildings are not a proper place to bring a pet.
Besides, it might ruin the curve.
Carnival of Education, in a Waffle Cone
The Carnival of Education is up. Click on over there and catch up on what’s happening in the world of education. If you don’t keep up, then you should keep your mouth shut about it, and about all other topics you don’t keep current about as well.
I was so sleepy after class tonight that I was afraid to pull onto the interstate. That’s why I went to Bruester’s and bought a dip of chocolate pecan ice cream in a waffle cone.
Oh, the sacrifices I make for the safety of the world!
Thanks to ice cream, I made it home without harming myself or anyone else. This proves, scientifically, that I should begin every trip home with a dip of chocolate pecan in a waffle cone.
Too bad it wasn’t raining tonight. The world would have been even safer with two dips.
Although, if you count the driver, there actually WERE two dips in my car tonight.
One of them was delicious, and the other one used to be.
P.S. The waffle cone was so fresh, it was STILL WARM.
Ten Things Tuesday
The thunder is rolling and the lightning is flashing and smart people everywhere are turning OFF their computers but please notice: I’m still writing at mine. I’m not really addicted to it; I can quit any time.
This Tuesday, my ten things are about things I hate find wanting.
1. I hate greatly dislike drivers who don’t use their turn signals, or who use them and let them continue to blink as they drive blithely down the road.
2. I loathe am somewhat put off by people who park in the handicapped spots when they have no license plate or hangar that gives them rightful permission to do so. I would LOVE to see every single one of these offenders ticketed and fined a fortune.
3. Litterbugs are disgusting. Period. No exceptions.
4. People who hold conversations in movie theaters: are such beings even human?
5. Anyone over the age of 12 who still writes in teenage cutesy code, ie texting symbols, when they’re not texting. Or when they are.
6. “Anyways” is not a real word. People who use it apparently don’t know any better, which is never a viable excuse for anything.
7. “Lose” and “loose” are not interchangeable. Please learn the difference and never choose the wrong word again. I’ve voted “no way” on scholarship applications before, based on spelling.
8. Yes, Virginia, capital letters ARE necessary at the proper times, and if you don’t use them you appear stupid.
9. I do not wish ill fortune or harm to anyone or anything, but someday, if WalMart should catch fire (God forbid) I want to see the fire trucks ram all the cars parked in the fire zone – yes, even those who are there “just for a minute” – clear across the parking lot into next week.
10. Fat people who wear short shirts. Why? Have they no regard or respect for those who have to see that? The horror! COVER IT UP!!!! NOW!!!! EWWWWWW! I think of them whenever I see cottage cheese, or the overhang from an ice cream cone. Not attractive. Ever. And why, for the love of God, do they always wear low-slung jeans, too? That is not a love handle; that is a fully-blown-up inner tube around their waist. People who have a fat flap should not let it ever see public light or air.
I might be in a mood. Why, does it show? Many apologies. I didn’t mean to loose my cool. anyways, U haf 2 cut me sm slack, 4 im tird – n – stff thse dayz.
P.S. Wassuuuup?
