Funcident #1
Ah! It just happened again, and they just never stop. Wondering what I am talking about, well I am talking about the kind of incident that just happened. People read comic books to laugh, I just turn few pages back in my memory and that’s it, my life has enough situations to keep me tickling the whole day. Off course, some of them are private and happened when no one was watching, or if in public I didn’t wait to see who all are watching.
So I thought let me start putting them down, and see how many and how frequently I can get myself into a situation and see if they are getting better or may be if I can spot a trend in them.
Funcident #1:
Now I know I am not too good or nice with people while getting on to elevators or stairs or entering a door. It’s like I have to be the first one to get in or out and ‘you have to wait buddy’ kind of situation. So if I see someone coming from the other side and feel that he may reach the escalator before me (and they think no one’s watching them???), I start to walk fast, pacing myself with a well calculated speed which would be enough to pass the other before they could even realize. I keep asking myself why I do this. Why am I always in hurry to criss cross someone in front or overtake and cut their way. Why? And the answer is, I don’t know. On a second thought I guess it just happens, same as the babies have to be born and they do, I have to cross someone who ever comes in my way. So coming back to the funcident what happened today.
As I entered the lift I saw a beautiful girl standing in the right corner. It was nice all well and I smoothly entered in the elevator. Now let me tell you, this elevator is a bit different, it has mirrors all around, you can see yourself and other clearly and off course noticeably from possibly every straight and elevated angel. And by noticeably I really mean, NOTICE-ABLY.
Ok, anyways, coming back to where I stood, I thought I would be nice today and let her get out of the lift before me and will offer the space wide and open. As the lift moved down to next floor, 2 more guys got in. As some more space got filled and some angels got cut, I felt cheated, and fiercely offended. There are 24 hours in a day, and they had to be standing right at that second to stop my dream lift ride. Don’t they know I am trying to be nice today? I nodded my head in my brain. But as life never stops, lifts also don’t stop, they keep moving and so it may be we also started again, and reached the lobby.
Oh! Wait forgot to tell you that it’s a 12- floor building, the first floor is the lobby where everyone catches the metro and the basement is the garage car parking.
So let’s go back again, I am at 6th floor and we are coming down as I told you before, in case you missed it, the lady was already inside must have boarded from 8th, where all the nice females work. I entered and pressed the lobby button, then turned around to send out a sweet smile which went unnoticed, but worth a try. The villain guys came in at 4th. Crossing 3rd and 2nd floor we reached lobby and by this time I had made up my mind, I am going to be the last one to set my foot out of this lift. The pretty lady and yours truly were standing at the back and the guys were standing right in front of the door, so obviously they would be the first one to step out. And so it happened. Lift stopped, the guys bustled and hurried themselves out of the lift and I am like, what shame no etiquettes to give way to the lady, and turn towards here showing her the way just like a perfect gentleman would have done (or a perfect waiter in a five star would have done to see-off his well tip guests, head bowed in appreciation). It took me less than a second to realize that she didn’t move and I immediately looked up, she said something. What did she say I fumbled. I looked at the floor switch board and saw light flashing next to garage switch, holy s****, she’s going down to the garage. Before she could even blink her eyes I jumped out not to look back and ran to catch the train, before anyone else does.
So I thought let me start putting them down, and see how many and how frequently I can get myself into a situation and see if they are getting better or may be if I can spot a trend in them.
Funcident #1:
Now I know I am not too good or nice with people while getting on to elevators or stairs or entering a door. It’s like I have to be the first one to get in or out and ‘you have to wait buddy’ kind of situation. So if I see someone coming from the other side and feel that he may reach the escalator before me (and they think no one’s watching them???), I start to walk fast, pacing myself with a well calculated speed which would be enough to pass the other before they could even realize. I keep asking myself why I do this. Why am I always in hurry to criss cross someone in front or overtake and cut their way. Why? And the answer is, I don’t know. On a second thought I guess it just happens, same as the babies have to be born and they do, I have to cross someone who ever comes in my way. So coming back to the funcident what happened today.
As I entered the lift I saw a beautiful girl standing in the right corner. It was nice all well and I smoothly entered in the elevator. Now let me tell you, this elevator is a bit different, it has mirrors all around, you can see yourself and other clearly and off course noticeably from possibly every straight and elevated angel. And by noticeably I really mean, NOTICE-ABLY.
Ok, anyways, coming back to where I stood, I thought I would be nice today and let her get out of the lift before me and will offer the space wide and open. As the lift moved down to next floor, 2 more guys got in. As some more space got filled and some angels got cut, I felt cheated, and fiercely offended. There are 24 hours in a day, and they had to be standing right at that second to stop my dream lift ride. Don’t they know I am trying to be nice today? I nodded my head in my brain. But as life never stops, lifts also don’t stop, they keep moving and so it may be we also started again, and reached the lobby.
Oh! Wait forgot to tell you that it’s a 12- floor building, the first floor is the lobby where everyone catches the metro and the basement is the garage car parking.
So let’s go back again, I am at 6th floor and we are coming down as I told you before, in case you missed it, the lady was already inside must have boarded from 8th, where all the nice females work. I entered and pressed the lobby button, then turned around to send out a sweet smile which went unnoticed, but worth a try. The villain guys came in at 4th. Crossing 3rd and 2nd floor we reached lobby and by this time I had made up my mind, I am going to be the last one to set my foot out of this lift. The pretty lady and yours truly were standing at the back and the guys were standing right in front of the door, so obviously they would be the first one to step out. And so it happened. Lift stopped, the guys bustled and hurried themselves out of the lift and I am like, what shame no etiquettes to give way to the lady, and turn towards here showing her the way just like a perfect gentleman would have done (or a perfect waiter in a five star would have done to see-off his well tip guests, head bowed in appreciation). It took me less than a second to realize that she didn’t move and I immediately looked up, she said something. What did she say I fumbled. I looked at the floor switch board and saw light flashing next to garage switch, holy s****, she’s going down to the garage. Before she could even blink her eyes I jumped out not to look back and ran to catch the train, before anyone else does.
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