First Off, Then On

we have two sections to our building--the new and the old. the new is, well, newer, and the old, was built like at least 30 years ago. i work in the new half, but as easily and regularly as they move people, i'm sure i'll end up in the old section one of these days. they literally move people at the drop of a hat, and not like down a few floors--no, down a couple of offies. it's true.

anyway, we have a bank of elevators and some times you would think that by the way people dash to get on an elevator or jam their arm whent he doors are closing that it was the last elevator on the planet. but it's not. there are at least five more elevators that will eventually come to whatever floor you are on.

the best part is the elevator etiquette. am i am not talking about the way people stare at the ceiling. no i'm talking about the people that want to rush on to the elevator before letting the other people off. the best day was when i was waiting around for an elevator and there was a bunch of people waiting with me. the elevator door opened and these three people were trying to get out, including this one formidable looking woman. so the people waiting tried to bum rush the elevator, but tuff gal wasn't having any of that.

she actually said firm, loud voice, "first off, then on." you go girl!