Escalator
“Oh my FUCKING God, get the FUCK outta the way! Jesus CHRIST, what the HELL are you FUCKIN’ DOING?! MOVE you FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE!”
– Me, in my head, as I silently glare at the guy in front of me standing SIDEWAYS on the WALKING side of the escalator! You can fucking SEE ME, asshole! You SAW me WALKING and STOPPING right behind you! FUCKING MOVE!
I consider myself a pretty patient and understanding guy. When people are inconsiderate or rude in public, I’m usually giving them the benefit of the doubt – they may not have been paying attention, they’re having a bad day, they’re ignorant of this specific culture’s norms – any sort of reason other than, “This guy’s just a fuckin’ asshole.”
But I cannot, for the life of me, fathom a non-selfish reason somebody would look at an escalator, see everybody standing still on one side, with the other side completely empty, and decide, “Oh, surely that entire half of the escalator is mine. It is for me to stand comfortably all to myself!”
And you know what? Sure, maybe no one’s walking on the escalator now – you can indulge for a moment and relax on the empty side for a bit – but at least have the decency to look behind you every few seconds! Move when somebody’s fuckin’ walkin’ here!
– James
