I went into work today to pick up my meager paycheck. I hopped into my car and drove across the parking lot to the bank. Got inside, deposited the check, no problem. On the way out, an older guy in his 60s was shambling to the exit in front of me. He was reading a pamphlet the teller gave him. He's not paying any attention. I am approximately 5 feet behind him, matching his speed (there was no room for me to go around).
We get to the exit doors, which are double doors. One side, for some reason, is locked. I don't know why the bank would lock one door on a Friday afternoon, but it is.
The guy then stops in the doorway. Just stops and reads his little pamphlet. I thought he'd exit, but he stopped short, which caused me to do the same.
Me: "Whoops! Excuse me please."
SC: La la la. read read read.
Me: "Excuse me, sir."
SC: La la la. read read read. "What?"
Me: "Excuse me. I'd like to leave."
SC: "There's another door, you know."
Me: "It's locked. May I please get through?"
SC: "Try the other door."
Me: "Sir, it's locked. It was locked when I came in. Would you please move?"
SC: La la la. Read some more.
Me: "Jesus Christ! Move!"
And I moved past him. I gently but swiftly moved him over a bit so I could leave. When I was three steps away, he said "Hey. There's another door you know!"
I stopped, turned around and said "Yes, there is. BUT IT'S LOCKED. If you need to read that brochure, don't stand in the middle of the doorway to do it. Move off to the side!"
Then he exited as well, and followed me.
SC: "Hey. HEY!"
I stop, turn around with the Glare of Impending Doom©® and don't say anything. SC stops about 10 feet away from me.
SC: "There was another door you know."
Talk about a broken record. So I just stood there. SC just stood there. Apparently he thought we'd have a staring contest. I won. SC walks to his truck and leaves.
Jerk.
I hate it when people stop in the middle of the doorway to have a conversation, or to read something, or what ever. Other people are trying to get in and out.
We get to the exit doors, which are double doors. One side, for some reason, is locked. I don't know why the bank would lock one door on a Friday afternoon, but it is.
The guy then stops in the doorway. Just stops and reads his little pamphlet. I thought he'd exit, but he stopped short, which caused me to do the same.
Me: "Whoops! Excuse me please."
SC: La la la. read read read.
Me: "Excuse me, sir."
SC: La la la. read read read. "What?"
Me: "Excuse me. I'd like to leave."
SC: "There's another door, you know."
Me: "It's locked. May I please get through?"
SC: "Try the other door."
Me: "Sir, it's locked. It was locked when I came in. Would you please move?"
SC: La la la. Read some more.
Me: "Jesus Christ! Move!"
And I moved past him. I gently but swiftly moved him over a bit so I could leave. When I was three steps away, he said "Hey. There's another door you know!"
I stopped, turned around and said "Yes, there is. BUT IT'S LOCKED. If you need to read that brochure, don't stand in the middle of the doorway to do it. Move off to the side!"
Then he exited as well, and followed me.
SC: "Hey. HEY!"
I stop, turn around with the Glare of Impending Doom©® and don't say anything. SC stops about 10 feet away from me.
SC: "There was another door you know."
Talk about a broken record. So I just stood there. SC just stood there. Apparently he thought we'd have a staring contest. I won. SC walks to his truck and leaves.
Jerk.
I hate it when people stop in the middle of the doorway to have a conversation, or to read something, or what ever. Other people are trying to get in and out.
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