In Tesco today, the down escalator thing was being fixed, so the only way to get back down was via the lift. Fair enough.
When I got to the lift, there was a packed load going down. Outside, there were a few people standing around, including a woman who was there was what I assume was her daughter and granddaughter. She was moaning about how it was a disgrace that the down escalator wasn’t working and I assume she hated lifts.
Though, I can only assume she hated lifts due to the fact that she’d never actually used one before, because she had no clue how they worked.
Her little family unit were stood right next to the button, the button I assumed they must have pressed. We were waiting for what seemed like far too long, when it dawned on me that they clearly hadn’t pressed anything. I reached around them and tapped the button and within seconds, the lift came up and the doors opened.
The woman refused to get in first. So everyone who had been waiting (too long, because of her) piled in… At which point she stood by the buttons. Did she press the buttons? No. She stood staring out of the lift doors, presumably wondering why they weren’t magically closing and transporting us automatically.
Once again, I reached over to the panel and pressed the button.
They don’t need you all up in their shit. They don’t need you typing a single letter into the YouTube search bar and getting prompted to go on a journey through all of the “announcing to the parents we’re pregnant/engaged” happy-cry videos that they enjoy watching in their private leisure time. A person’s laptop is their sacred sphere of masturbation and hate-stalking and messages sent to crushes while drunk at two in the morning. It is not for public consumption. Besides, everyone knows you just want to check your Facebook and dick around for a few minutes. There is no need to make someone sweat bullets and reconsider every digital decision they ever made over that nonsense.
I feel one is the only important thing on this list.
if i have to leave a room for a task, everything is over. just forget it. like my laptop just told me i needed to plug it in, i went to get the adapter and came back with a mug of hot tea and a new instagram of my cat, and then i kept using the computer until it died in the middle of a video render…go me