I had a chuckle-worthy encounter in the elevator in my parking garage this morning that I thought was worth sharing. As I was riding the elevator down to the basement (I park on the 13th floor and the tunnel access for the garage is in the second basement) the elevator stopped at the 5th floor to admit two ladies. They got on and then one of them pressed the button for the 3rd floor, which prevented the other one from having to do the same thing. The 3rd FLOOR!
Now I will admit to being a lazy git. It is part of what makes me, me, however this took a special kind of laziness. And there were two of them doing the same thing independent of one another! Come on people! Two flights of stairs? Two. And this morning it was in the 70's when I made it to the office, a fairly nice morning for Houston in early September.
I honestly do not know why this bugs me, besides that they were wasting my oh-so precious time, but it really got me going this morning. F*&^ing yuppies.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
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Ah the joys of working in downtown. My favorites are the ones that will see you walking towards them with a pile of stuff in your arms (I always seem to be carrying something, I think this says sad things about my station in life) and they will just let the elevator's doors close, knowing there is nothing you can do about it, and that you'll have to set it all down to push the damn button for the next one.
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