A perennial gripe -- one too common to bother blogging about -- is feeling all too rushed and harried by the lack of time to get where I need to be and do what I need to do. But what about those people whose laziness and sense of entitlement get in my way and fill me with dread? Here I speak, of course, about people who ride the elevator from the 2nd floor to the lobby.
Nothing aggravates me more on a daily basis than taking the elevator in my office building from the top where I work to the lobby -- which naturally seems to stop on almost every floor during peak periods -- and, just when I think I'm almost on the ground, its stopping on the second floor so somebody who has probably been waiting five minutes can take the 12 foot drop down to the lobby.
What's worse is that in my building there is a grand, marble staircase connecting the lobby and the second floor, a staircase that actually feels good to ascend, let alone walk down. I feel particularly justified in my gripe by the fact that these people almost always appear to be those who could most benefit from even a little extra exercise. It may be too sanctimonious to suggest that they ought to walk up from one to two even for the sake of their own health (though they should), yet I feel the wisdom of Solomon in asserting that the world would be a better place if their daily constitutional included walking down some stairs just once a day, thus actually improving their life while also speeding along mine in my all too busy day.
