Today, somebody nearly opened a door into me.
This was immensely irritating for two reasons:
- This door is made of glass. Not frosted glass, either, but honest to goodness clear window glass. You have to be a really extreme species of troglodyte to not see somebody on the other side of a goddamn glass door.
- This door has a sign next to it saying it’s not an exit. Furthermore, it has a sign on it saying that it shouldn’t be used as an exit. People go ahead and use it as an egress anyway. To express my rage at this I’m sadly going to have to break out of the confines of this numbered list.
Ah, that’s better. Anyway, if there’s something I absolutely fucking hate it’s when people decide that instructions like that are not for them; people who commit such hubris, who believe that such instructions are for somebody else, not somebody wonderful and important like themselves.
Get the fuck over yourselves and spend the damned thirty seconds walking the long way around.
Oh, and what’s worse is when bottom-feeding scumbags use that door and then not close it after themselves, letting in a continual draft of glacial air. Pack of absolute selfish twats.
To the transgressors I say this:
You are not special. You are not important. Your time is not more important or more special than mine. You do not have the right to decide that rules do not apply to you in order to satiate your own laziness.
Oh, and look where you’re fucking going! There’s a fucking pavement on the other side of that door!