Well, the whole writing-pink-and-flowery thing sure worked, now didn’t it? (Reference last blog post, ya douche.)
I guess it’s my fault. I didn’t really commit to it, and I’ve been busy.
My sincerest apologies.
FEAR NOT! I’M BACK AND READY TO RUMBLE.
Do you ever open your eyes, and take notice to doors when you walk into a building?
Is the door blue? Do you push, or pull? Is there an automatic/magnetic lock? And the biggest question of all: is there more than one?
For large buildings, there are usually four to six doors leading you inside, yet for some reason, people all file through one measly little mouse-hole of a door. It’s like – is it really that hard to just go to another door and, oh, I don’t know – OPEN IT instead of following whatever stream of heads is in front of you?
I hate when it’s just you and another person approaching a door, but they’re a few steps behind you, and it’s that awkward, “Okay, I need to either walk faster and out-run this bitch, or slow down, and casually grab the door for the both of us.” What’s even more uncomfortable is being the person in which the door is being held for – the ‘holdee,’ I guess. It’s like, “FUCK! I’m an ass hole! Just go! Leave without me!”
When I’m the holder, I stand there and wait for the slow-poke to just get to the door. It won’t kill me. But when I’m the holdee – I run like an asshole. Who runs to a door? Seriously – holding it open isn’t killing them.
Know what really stinks though? (Yes, besides my attitude.) The double door! It’s like, “Gah! Do I thank them after the holding of the first door and the second door, or just after the first and the second is implied? Or what about just after the second, as one, big, umbrella-of-a thank you?”
Life sure is stressful.
People’s manners really are the worst part of this whole “door holding etiquette” for me. I really don’t have to hold the door for you – you do know that, don’t you? It’s a social norm thing; it’s expected, like all of the other bizarre things in our society, such as offering the whole freaking elevator a piece of gum just because you take one out of your pocket.
Just trying to have minty breath people. Relax.
Allie’s point? There’s always one. I’m like a freaking endless pencil. SAY THANK YOU. It doesn’t matter if you say it twice, three times, or ask for their social security number and address and send them a thank you in the mail – if someone holds the door for you, make them feel like it made your freaking day.
HonestallieSpeaking #19: YA RUDE.