Going Down?
My biggest parenting-related peeve is having to take the elevator when I go to the mall. It wouldn't be so bad, except that invariably there's always some jackass who doesn't observe the priority rules.
WHEELCHAIRS AND STROLLERS FIRST, YOU BASTARDS!!!
It's espcially bad at the Rideau Centre. Woe to me, if Drama Prince and I are waiting for an elevator on the second floor. During a recent visit, I had to wait almost fifteen minutes because every time to door opened, the elevator was crammed full of (as far as I could tell), able-bodied patrons. Patrons who apparently can't read (there were TWO signs posted at each elevator).
Once I finally did cram my way on, about ten patrons crowed in around me. A pair of women got separated as there wasn't room for both of them. The women who made it on, realizing that the DP and I were taking up space then starts complaining about the stroller.
"It's taking up a LOT of room," she remarks.
"Shut up!" I snapped.
I'm not in the habit of telling strangers to shut up (though I think it often). But I was in the throes of a full-blown stabbing rage.
"Excuse me?" she counters.
"If you don't like it, stop being so damned lazy and get the hell off the elevator!"
She didn't say anything else. When the doors opened at the next floor, she got off. So did everyone else. Good.
It's not that I mind non-wheelchair/stroller people riding the elevator But if you see that someone wheel-bound is waiting and you don't *need* to use it get off! It's called common courtesy. And if not...risk the terror that is my fury.
WHEELCHAIRS AND STROLLERS FIRST, YOU BASTARDS!!!
It's espcially bad at the Rideau Centre. Woe to me, if Drama Prince and I are waiting for an elevator on the second floor. During a recent visit, I had to wait almost fifteen minutes because every time to door opened, the elevator was crammed full of (as far as I could tell), able-bodied patrons. Patrons who apparently can't read (there were TWO signs posted at each elevator).
Once I finally did cram my way on, about ten patrons crowed in around me. A pair of women got separated as there wasn't room for both of them. The women who made it on, realizing that the DP and I were taking up space then starts complaining about the stroller.
"It's taking up a LOT of room," she remarks.
"Shut up!" I snapped.
I'm not in the habit of telling strangers to shut up (though I think it often). But I was in the throes of a full-blown stabbing rage.
"Excuse me?" she counters.
"If you don't like it, stop being so damned lazy and get the hell off the elevator!"
She didn't say anything else. When the doors opened at the next floor, she got off. So did everyone else. Good.
It's not that I mind non-wheelchair/stroller people riding the elevator But if you see that someone wheel-bound is waiting and you don't *need* to use it get off! It's called common courtesy. And if not...risk the terror that is my fury.