Alright you monkeys
That little foyer in the store? You know, the one where you go through a set of double doors and then go through another set of double doors to get into the store? That’s an airlock. If you stand there holding the inner and outer doors of the airlock open you let all the bloody cold air inside, and the warm air out. yes, we realize that you are only going to be there a moment, but the poor clerks have to be there all day in the store you just sent an arctic blast through. have a little consideration.
What kills me are the monkeys that stop in the middle with auto open doors to look for something in a backpack or purse. WTF.
You find all sorts of doorway morons… selfish entitlement age fucktards…
That would mean they’d actually have to be CONSIDERATE of others… ain’t gonna happen… sigh
As my friend Jenny often says:
If I was to start bitchslapping everyone who desperately needed it, My arm would start windmilling around like Pete Townshend, and I would never be able to stop.
Not that starting would necessarily be a bad thing.
Amen.
One could argue (and I often do) that far fewer people receive a daily beating than need one.
There is a bank of four doors into an office building. You bear to the right and head for the right-most door, figuring the approaching fool will do the same. 4 doors, 2 people, no waiting! But no. Dim bulb will veer to your door, open the inner door,and stand in the door frame, looking at you like you’re the one with a problem. Yelling MOVE in my singing voice as if I was directing a platoon across a parade field just results in the RCA dog head cock from the door blocker. And it doesn’t seem to be done as an alpha dog move, going from the staring in the sun squinting, confused look I get from people who seem genuinely confused by the impasse they caused.
These same people then get into one ton metal boxes and zip down the road. That frightens me.
Mean and hateful people I can deal with. They, like me, operate with a set of procedures and goals for the day, and once I figure them out, I can navigate smoothly even with the biggest choad. It’s the stupid, and my inability to anticipate them, that vexes me so.