I was at the mall yesterday, only to go to Barnes and Noble at first, but when I discovered a diamond missing from my wedding ring, a trip to the lower level was required to talk to the folks at Zales. So, with stroller in tow, I headed to the nearest elevator. I was the first one there waiting on it to come up. I pushed the button and, logically, stepped off to the side so that those coming up could exit easily. But before it arrived, several other groups of people gathered, but not in an orderly fashion to either side of the doors. Oh no. Right in front of them! Then when the doors opened and revealed the car full of people wanting off, these people looked shocked and mystified as they attempted to take steps forward into the elevator. Really people?
Those inside slowly maneuvered their way around the rude folks who were so incredibly anxious to get on. I was the last one on and made my way to the back. Needless to say, the same thing happened to us when we got to the lower level. Those who had been so pushy to get on before were now enraged at their peers who were acting in the same way and making it difficult for them to now get off.
The trip back up after visiting Zales was not unlike what I just described. I was the last one to try and exit the elevator on the upper level and when the wall of unsupervised kids - little kids, not inconsiderate teenagers - refused to move to let me and my stroller out before pushing their way in, I looked at every unattentive parent, curtly said 'excuse me', disregarded their expressions of dismay (I'm sure they were thinking something like "What's that lady's problem? Didn't she want to ride the elevator over and over for grins and giggles?"), and made my way out.
I mean, really, is it that difficult to understand?
And......end rant
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