Delenda Est Carthago

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Location: Mesa, Arizona, United States

I plan on being the supreme dictator of the country, if not the world. Therefore, you might want to stay on my good side. Just a hint: ABBA rules!


The list keeps growing ...

Yes, I know I'm doing some short posts the past couple of days. The children are keeping me busy. I know, I know, everyone wants me to ramble on and on (isn't that fun?) but I must be efficient!

So, the latest people who better look out when I become dictator are those who don't know elevator etiquette. Oh, those people better watch out. Now, of course all sane people know elevator etiquette - you NEVER get on an elevator unless you let the people in it off first - but there are a lot of not-sane people out there. Listen, kids: do NOT get on an elevator until you're sure NO ONE is getting off. It's just common sense!

Of course, I discovered a new group of people who better watch out with regard to elevator etiquette. Today when I took Mia to music therapy, I was waiting outside the elevator when it arrived on the ground floor. Two women stood in the car, chatting. They moseyed on out of the car (yes, moseyed - it's the only word to describe it) as I waited (because I know good elevator etiquette), but they took their freakin' time. I had to reach in and hold the door. A corollary to the standard elevator etiquette - get the hell out of the car when people are waiting for it! Those doors close quickly, you know! It wasn't like there were a lot of people in the car - I can deal with it when there are ten people packed in. There were two people. TWO! Sheesh. Luckily for them, I am not dictator of the world yet, or I would have slapped them into the camps right there and then.

The day is coming, oh yes ...


Blogger Lisa said...

Well that just shows how polite you are to continue having your hand thumped by keeping the door open for them. By the way, I'm still the only person on NZ on your guest map, couldn't you try rallying around the troops and finding someone else to pin themselves on my country too? you being so helpful an' all ya know.

26/8/05 3:36 PM  
Blogger The Disgruntled Chemist said...

Also, the freshmen who come to my building for their Chem 1A labs and take the elevator up one floor. One floor! I've started making rude, loud exclamations like "oh, her legs must be broken, poor thing" and the like.

Injured or otherwise disabled people, I understand. But if you get on the elevator chatting happily with your friends, get off on the second floor and jaunt away limp-free, prepare to be mocked and insulted.

I can't wait for you to become dictator.

26/8/05 4:45 PM  
Blogger Roger Owen Green said...

Mr. Dictator-in-waiting:

Would you please add this corollary-
You should let people off the bus before you try to get on.

In fact, letting people out before letting people in has been a rule in MY kingdom for some time. Since you seem friendly enough, I will let you use it as well. You're welcome.

26/8/05 7:20 PM  
Blogger Greg said...

It SEEMS like letting people out before you get in would be common sense. That's why it bothers me so much when people don't do it. I mean, the elevator isn't going anywhere until everyone gets off, right?

27/8/05 7:43 AM  
Blogger Ashley said...

I have been tracking related behavior in middle-aged American women. I am starting believe that there is an army of disgruntled, middle-aged women out there with the primary goal of irritating me. Women who want to linger in elevator cars, slowly careen their shopping carts in front of me so they can pause and consider which brand of oatmeal to purchase, women who balance their checkbooks in the express lane of the grocery store, and women who walk really slowly in front of me in crowded places.

Don't these people have something more exciting to do following these tedious, but important errands? I am starting to think the answer is, no.

27/8/05 6:20 PM  

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