I am appalled at the lift etiquette of our fellow country men.
One morning, I was rushing to enter the lift with another friend. 2 others had entered before us and neither thought to hold the doors. The end result was that my friend and I had the lift doors banging against our shoulders. It was and still is, according to my first hand encounter, a memorable experience, but not one you would care to have repeated.
I glared at the two young offenders. I used the word 'young' a tad loosely here since they both looked like they were in their 20s. Neither had the decency to attempt to look sheepish.
We travelled up in stony silence. The lift stopped at my level. As I was walking out of the lift, the lift panel caught my eye. The remaining 2 in the lift had pressed the 21st and 23rd level respectively. Then I did something on an impulse, which till today shocked me a little.
I saw my arm raised itself, and my fingers pressed every single button in between my level and the 19th level then stopped to flick my hair back while my feet sailed out 3' heels.
A couple of my friends collasped in giggles when I related the story to them. A few raised their eyes in horror. The latter were the kind of personalities who would suffer in silence and then bitch about it at the pantry.
To be fair, I am not a believer in an eye for an eye theory. However, there are certain things that one can tolerate and certain things that one cannot. Of late, I am not one of those who will suffer inwardly and be politically correct outside. There has be an end result in sight.
To paraphrase a Tom Clancy book, if you pull the tail of a tiger, you need to be prepared to deal with its tail. It is quite useless to seeth in anger and simmer inside. Quite frankly, the only result you get is probably tonnes of wrinkles and an increased blood presure. In short, anger is pretty useless.
If you cannot do anything about it or dont wish to do anything about it, let it go.
Viva La Vie!
