Lifts. They’re everywhere. I have one in my apartment block. I have one in my workplace. Because of the sheer number of lifts in my life I am pretty sure I am au fait with how they work. You pick the number of the floor that you want to go to, and you push the appropriate button – right? In fact, more often than not the button will light up, confirming your selection. Soon you will be taken to your desired destination. Simple.
Why then do people come into the lift after you, and push THE SAME BUTTON like you’re a fucking moron who is incapable of working this fairly straight-forward contraption? Why do they look at you, smile, and then do exactly what you did five seconds earlier? Why? Why do they not trust me? Why do they think that my lift technique is somehow going to fail them?
Oh I know why. Because they’re fucking arseholes. That’s why.
NB: These people can also be found at traffic lights, re-pressing the pedestrian crossing button. ARGGGHHH!