Saturday, March 17, 2007

These steps were MADE for walkin'

OK, so here's the thing; me and the Mr. went to the Salon National de l'Habitation* at Place Bonaventure today. And while I enjoy this type of outing with my man, I have 2 issues:

1) There will be other people there,
and
2) the vast drooling majority of them are mouth-breathers.

It's not that I don't like people, hey I'm people too!. It's just I hate the stupid, ignorant ones.

On no less than 3 separate occasions today at the Salon, small groups of the shallow end of the gene pool decided to congregate on either the top or bottom few steps of major traffic sets of stairs. WTF PEOPLE? Get a clue and get out of the way!

It's one of my biggest pet peeves. People that stand on stairs, or at the top (or bottom) destination of an escalator? How is it that these people have absolutelty no considderation or an ounce of spatial awareness to realize there are people trying to actually walk up or down the stairs or disembark from the escalator immediatly behind them?

Over the years, my patience for these 'targets' as I now like to call them, has dropped to fleeting moments of acceptance. Typically now I simply barge through. God help them if they make a comment; that really tips my scales.

When I enter and exit elevators, esalators, buses and buildings, I am well aware there are people in front of, beside and or behind me. I wait for the people already ON said Metro, bus or elevator to exit before attempting to board, and I expect that they will do then same as I exit.

I guess I am a minority.

Fine.
I accept that.
I also accept that I'm going to be the one to have to stampede my ass through them.

On my daily commute to work I take two Metro lines and a bus, and then the same thing going home. And on any given day I find that I must at lease once barrel through a group of the 'targets' And at least once a week I find my self verbally accosting these low-lifes.

What gives?

Is it me?
AM I the only one?

Misster Kitty is NOT a Happy Camper.
Move people! Stairs are made for walking up or down on. NOT socializing, standing or resting! When you get the the end of the escalator, keep on movin! When you want to get on a bus or Metro car, WAIT for those that are exiting to ...um, oh I don't know... exit!
It's not rocket science. Hell it's not even rocket candies... it's common sense!

Don't even get me started about Sidewalks, or grocery stores and miscreant grocery cart 'drivers'

Pass me the Tylenol.


* For those outside of Montréal, the Salon is basically a home building - reno type expo.

4 comments:

Ma Horton said...

Calm down , take a deep breath and don 't sweat the small stuff . If anything I have learned in my old age is to let go and relax my ass and save my energy for a real crisis like no coffee in the house .

Misster Kitty said...

Yea, well I've tried that, but I realized I get more satisfacion out of playing Red Rover with them now! ;-)

'No coffee'? Hmmm I think I know what you mean... last week we were out of Gin... perhaps you saw the report on the evening news? ;-)

Ma Horton said...

You made the evening news because you were outta gin ??

Misster Kitty said...

What can I say? We likey Gin n' Tonics. Likey long time!