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Amusing Musings of a Character Curious About Culture

Some Rants, Raves and Ramblings about All that I See

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I’m Gonna Shoot this iPhone, Seriously!

October 4th, 2009 · 81 Comments

At least that was the sentiment of a man in Ohio this week.

http://www.afterdawn.com/news/archive/19735.cfm

Mr. Goodrich walked into an Apple store and threatened to shoot his iPhone if someone couldn’t make it work right. Never mind that the most probably cause of his grief was the common FUE syndrome (Fatal User Error) he had just had it and the iPhone was going to be his sacrificial lamb to exorcise his demons.

I have to say that while I did find this hugely amusing, I feel for him. Really, I do.

My landlord came by yesterday to collect the rent and commented that his son’s iPlug, iProm, i-Something-or-Other that he couldn’t remember the name for was causing a lot of grief as they couldn’t figure out how to get videos or applications onto it (I found out that it was an iPod Touch). I mentioned to him that all of that was done through iTunes on his computer and that they had to plug their iPod into it first.

I don’t think that they had gotten that far.

Which brings me to my belabored point. Advanced Technology  has arrived and it is here to stay folks. If you are going to want to use all of these newfangled gadgets out there, you’re going to have to put a little effort into learning how to use them. Take Donald Goodrich for instance. Before he chose to reveal his dark, Luddite murderous side he probably didn’t bother to seek help through the plethora of online help sites that do nothing but offer grief consoling and useful assistance in  learning how to use your iPhone or iPod correctly. It isn’t a difficult thing to google “iPhone help” and find the answer that you are looking for, but that admittedly is another piece of technology that provides its own source of difficulties and frustration that undoubtedly Mr. Goodrich would just rather not deal with at this point, thank you very much.

Technology is here folks, and it is not going away anytime soon. Learn to live with it and deal with it, and please,  keep all sharp objects at a reasonable distance.

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This is getting Ridiculous!

July 8th, 2009 · 110 Comments

A few years ago, when cell phones became the ubiquitous item of the 21st century that everyone had to have, using a cell phone while driving became the public’s favorite pet-peeve of the 21st century at the same time. Someone being seen attempting to drive with a cell phone cradled between shoulder and ear was, and still is, the icon of technology-gone-wrong. Some people have a hard enough time driving as it is and now trying to hold a conversation while driving a straight line in heavy traffic has become the tell-tale sign of a public moron.

Well, now I’ve got one even better for you!

How about people riding their bicycles in the bicycle lane with cell phones? Yes, I know that this sounds crazy and perhaps you’re thinking that I’m overreacting a little. BUT, when you are trying to ride in the bike lane and the person a little ways in front of you has one hand on their handlebars and holding a cell phone to their ear with the other, weaving left, right, left, right,  THAT IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE, RIDICULOUS AND JUST OUTRIGHTLY STUPID! Come’on people….don’t you realize how idiotic and irresponsible you look?

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The Mud Volcano

June 20th, 2009 · 85 Comments

You may have heard about this in the news last year.


I drove past this place in East Java a month ago on my way to visit some factories. Though you can tell from the picture below, there was once a thriving village here along with factories and a major highway running through it. Now, all one can see is a vast lake of mud smelling of tar and sulphur, geysers bubbling up through it.

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Although there are smaller instances of mud volcanoes around the world, this is not a natural occurrence in this case. An Indonesia company, drilling for natural gas, hit upon this pocket of volcanic mud which appears to be quite large.Though they were warned by engineers to use special equipment to prevent this tragedy, in the name of saving costs they decided not to and proceeded to wipe out a whole village.

Here is a short video that I took showing some of the bubbling geysers in the middle of the lake.

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Old

June 20th, 2009 · 28 Comments

In honor of Father’s Day tomorrow (in some parts of the world), I thought that I would post an image of someone who is arguably the oldest father alive today.

Dogol

Shown here with one of his 12 children and with his youngest descendant only 3 months old, Dogol is quite likely the oldest person alive today. Dogol was born sometime between 1885 and 1895, no one knows for certain. The last time that his birthcard was checked, around 20 years ago, he was well over 90 years old which would make Dogol somewhere between 115 to 120 or more today.

Dogol grew up outside of Jakarta and was a landowner as well as the local shaman, treating villagers with his “magic” and getting paid in livestock in return. Although he seems somewhat embarrassed to admit it, Dogol has a mixed heritage with some Dutch and Chinese blood.

Happy Father’s Day!

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A Changed Ubud

May 20th, 2009 · 56 Comments

I came here originally in 1988 when there were originally just a few backpacker inns and a whole lot of rice paddies.Now, there are a whole of hotels, health spas and restaurants. I have to admit that it’s a different look that is not too bad if I can just forget what the original Ubud looked like and felt.  This is where we stayed for a couple of days.Ubud rice paddies

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The Church of Our Savior of Spilled Blood

April 18th, 2009 · 108 Comments

I took a grand tour of St.Petersburg which, for me, means walking in a general direction and roudabout route in hopes that I’ll see something interesting along the way. I find that if I am going to be in a city for a short period of time, instead of trying to hit as many well-known tourist spots as possible I get more pleasure out of walking in this way, sampling the backstreets of day-to-day life and seeing what the heart of the city is all about.

After passing by a few glamorous and gaudy momuments to communicst revolution and such I came around a river bend and discovered this place:

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This fine example of Russian Orthodox artistry was built as a momument to Tsar Alexander II who was shot on this site many years ago. Spires of every color at different levels accented by golden spires as well. Well, the interior was even more spectacular.

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If you think that those are beautiful paintings, think again. There are all made up of mosaic tile and gold leaf.

This has to be one of the most gorgeous places that I have ever been in!

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Christmas was O.K.!

December 25th, 2008 · 367 Comments

We travel quite a bit and are used to spending our Christmas’ in some pretty out-of-the-way locations. Hence, the name of this blog, right? Since my wife is also not used to celebrating Christmas anyway, it’s kinda hard to get the whole Christmas tradition going and even harder to get some Christmas spirit.

This year though, we actually had a good time!

We started with a trip to Lubeck, Germany, the visit the oldest Christmas fair in Europe. That was awesome as the atmosphere was great and lots of great food and drink.  We then bought a live tree and made handmade ornaments to hang from it. That was a good way to spend some of my vacation time, rather than sitting in front of the T.V. or at the computer.

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A Danish DMV

December 19th, 2008 · 28 Comments

You know the scene.

If you’ve been into any DMV in the last several years, you know that lines are long with people who speak little-to-no English, customer service is standoff-ish at best and that you have to show your ID, prove your citizenship and fill out a million forms before you can accomplish even the simplest task.

So, we bought a car here. This itself is not a difficult task as I just looked on the company bulletin boards and saw someone who was selling their car for around $4,000, went over, drove it a little and handed them the cash. Not a great car, especially in a place where a used car is sold normally for about 80% of its original price, which averages around $50,000 here. So, this is a piece of junk, I know.

No, the difficulty comes from not legally not being allowed to drive here.

You see, in just about every other country in the world, our U.S. license is recognized just fine. They probably figure that if you can drive in the U.S., you can drive just about anywhere else.  So, no matter what I do to get a car, I’ll never really be allowed to drive it. Legally.In the U.S., to register a car, you need to show a bill of sale, a pink slip signed by the previous owner with all recorded information, proof of insurance, driver’s license, proof of residence and so on. You’re lucky if you can get a car registered at your first visit. So, I figured that I would try it anyway here as many things simply don’t make sense here in Denmark, a place where you have to go through hoops to get a perscription for aspirin.

So, I go to their version of the DMV, SKAT, with the previous owner’s registeration and an insurance card. Oh, by the way, I got the insurance by making a single telephone call – no proof needed of showing that you are who you are or that you even own the car that you are describing to them. First of all, you know that something is different as the office is spotlessly clean. I mean, not a speak of dust anywhere, not a piece of people out of order – I don’t even think that they had garbage cans in there as they just weren’t needed. I handed the papers nervously to the women at the counter who had the very typical Danish permanent frown on her face and twiddled my thumbs at what would surely be a letdown. But we needed a car. Desperately.

A few stamps later, she hands me a receipt and asks me to pay $60 and it’s done! I didn’t show a licence, in fact, I didn’t even show anything to prove that I was who I said I was. I could’ve gone in there calling myself Santa Claus and registered a large sleigh without any question!

Amazing how perfectly bureaucratically anal these guys can be here and then totally indifferent to other important processes at the same time. 

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An Earthquake???

December 16th, 2008 · 37 Comments

At around 600am today, the table gave a little jolt and some glasses rattled.

An earthquake? Having lived in some pretty earthquake regions in the past, I recognized the jolting movements, but since THERE ARE NO earthquakes in Denmark, of all places, then it must have been a truck that was passing by the house. A really, really big truck.

Then the table starting moving a little more laterally and glasses tinkled and rattled more profoundly. I thought “this is crazy!”. THERE ARE NO EARTHQUAKES IN DENMARK!

Well, I was half right, anyway. It was an earthquake, but it wasn’t in Denmark, it was near Malmo , Sweden, just across the waters from Copenhagen. All in all, it was a 4.7 magnitude earthquake about 60km from here. Since it was shallow (at 6 miles) and there are no known tectonic features in the vicinity, the earthquake was most likely caused by the ancient recession of the glaciers which covered this area many thousands of years ago.

Still, it was quite a shock to realize that earthquakes could occur here. It just had never crossed my mind.

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The Search for a Christmas Tree

December 13th, 2008 · 64 Comments

We have this old craptastic Christmas tree that people haven’t geiven me a lot of flak over these past years. It’s one of those fiber-optic plastic trees. It stands about 4 feet tall with plastic pine needles which glow different colors. Inside is a light bulb illuminating the fibers through a rotating color wheel. It’s really quite cool.

Well, the bulb went  out on it last year and it is near to impossible to find.

So, we went out today to look for a real tree downtown. I’ve seen people lashing them to the tops of their cars and even carried on bicycles going through the streets, but where the hell do they sell them? We walked all over this afternoon, but no luck. Plenty of place selling ornaments and other stuff for trees, but no trees themselves. Don’t you think that they would at least put up some signs or something advertising where they are sold? Denmark is definitely not a country which wastes much time in advertising things, in  the in-your-face way that you see in the U.S. I guess that’s a good thing.

So, instead, we bought some big fiber-optic snowflakes that hang from the ceiling. They’re actually quite nice.

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Christmas Lunches

December 9th, 2008 · 41 Comments

Note to self: Don’t drink beer and have a heavy lunch. It just doesn’t work well in the afternoon.

This is the Danish Christmas lunch. I am almost counting down the days to when they will be no more until next year.

The food and everything is quite nice. The coziness that comes from stepping in off the street into a house warmed by a fire and with candles on all of the tables is really quite a nice feeling, but having to return to the office after having consumed a sizable lunch washed down by equally sizable and potent beers is definitely not a nice feeling.

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Speed-walking – Danish national sport

November 26th, 2008 · 65 Comments

When I first returned to the U.S. from Japan about 20 years ago, someone commented that my walking pace was incredibly fast. It seemed that just living in a big city is enough to increase your pace in fear that you are going to get run over by everyone else who is walking faster than you.

But it is aboslutely crazy here in Denmark. People not only walk fast, they walk faster than I’ve seen some people run…!

It is amazing – I’ll be walking at what I’d consider a pretty fast pace from the train station to the office, a distance of about 1/2 mile, when I see a shadow off to the side and a close presence near my shoulder. As I turn my head, some guy is just about walking me down, shooting past me, legs a’churning faster than a blur.

It is really amazing.

I’ve got somewhat shorter legs than some people, but I am by no means a short person. But these people who are passing me are tall and short, young and old. I simply cannot keep up.

I met a colleague on the train the other day and as I was getting off, I realized “this guy is going to walk at his own pace and I’ll be left in the dust”. Sure enough, we only get a couple hundred yards out of the train station and he is already having to intentionally  slow down so that I could catch up. Another amazing thing as being considerate is not exactly a Danish forte.

But, you know, considering how the Danes stress conformity and social acceptance, I’m going to play the part of the rebel (or of the ignorant expat) and just walk at my own pace. I’m not in that much of a hurry to get anywhere anyway. 

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Broadband Salvation and a Hopeful End of a Curse

November 16th, 2008 · 98 Comments

When we lived in the U.S., broadband was a given, a right, something that you have to have like electricity, water and chipotle tabasco sauce. You just couldn’t live without it.

Well, that notion was probably the source of our Curse – the curse of not having that luxury available for the next several years.

Everywhere we moved to, Denmark, Brasil, hotels and temporary apartments, all had one thing in common – a craptastic ADSL connection that sucked to no end. The story was all the same:”Well, you have a 1GBit/sec ADSL connection, but the maximum throughput in your area is only around 512MBit/sec

Yeah, right. We were lucky to get 128MBit/sec on a good day with the sun shining.

Internet browsing was painful. Skype was at best barely usable. Downloading a file over 100MB was an overnight task at 3Mbit/sec download speeds. Broadband speeds seemed like a distant memory, a hazy and somewhat murky recollection of a time when the Internet really did seem like an alternate way of accessing media, a welcome respite from the nauseous abomination that television has become. Those were the times, I guess.

When we looked for places to live here in Denmark, broadband access was at the top of my list of Must-Haves. It was not an option, it was a necessity. We were given a cellular broadband modem by the moving company, so we had the usual slow-as-molasses connection that would allow us to read the news and get email at best. I thought about painting little pictures of snails on it, but since I had to return it dismissed that fantasy.

Just before we moved into our new place, I called the telephone company to get a broadband connection installed. You might think that the telephone company would be the last one to call given that they usually are the ones offering the cheapest but most crappy broadband service, but Denmark is a true socialist country with few choices – um, I mean two real choices, you either have internet from this company or you don’t have internet. That’s pretty much how everything here is, but that’s another blog for another day.

The connection was made after a few visits from a callous technician who decided to bring all of the hardware on separate visits and save actually hooking them up so that they work for future visits. They get paid each time they visit, you know.

I tested it out and WHAM!…it was fast! It was more than fast – it was incredible!I had been saving a link in my back pocket for quite awhile now, speedtest.net. It shows what your download and upload speeds are based on where you live rather than the other typical U.S.-centric tests out there. 12.5GBit/sec!!! That’s GBit and NOT MBit! It was incredible. Streaming video, Skype telephone calls, download movies!!

The telephone company called me a short while after everything was connected and up and running. There was a problem….No! Don’t tell me! This bliss was ultimately not to be??

No, they apologized and told me that while I was getting ultimately 15GBit/sec, my connection should be at 20GBit/sec and that they would fix it as soon as they could. Hmmmm…..now THAT’S a new one!

We’re back into the real world now folks. Now, what have we missed over the last 3 years??

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Fish, fish, fish

November 5th, 2008 · 116 Comments

Big fish, small fish, black fish, white fish. All fish.

Fish, fish, fish. I’m sick of fish.

Do you know how many types of fish are out there? Billions. Gazillions. Tons of all sorts of fish. Brown fish, fish that swim up, fish that swim down. 

Why are there so many types of fish? Some of them have differences so subtle that it takes a DNA test to find out that they’re a different species, which explains why they swim north when all of the other fish that look identical to them swim south. Stupid fish.

Someone decided to take a common fish, tweak each and every chromosone and create gazillions of species. I’m sure that we’ll find one that’ll cure cancer soon. 

R.I.P Michael Crichton. Your storytelling will be missed.

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Little, Bitty Houses

October 15th, 2008 · 121 Comments

The Danes have this somewhat amusing, but strange, tradition of buying these little houses. They usually call these their “summer homes” even though they’re just a train ride away from their normal residence for the rest of the year.

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These little places can’t be more than about 100 feet square, but they are complete with little, tiny patios and a nice little garden where some vegetables can be grown. During the summer, Danes can be seen lounging on their patio or tending to their garden. You can tell when they are in residence as they have a flag flying on their full-sized flagpole next to their tiny house.I don’t know what to think about this.

I guess that in a kind of romantic way, it’s kind of neat. Since the Danish summer is no more than a few weeks of really good weather, I suppose that they make full use of the place during that time and get a good “summer experience”.  If they live in a small-ish 750 square-foot place the rest of the year in the middle of a metropolitan neighborhood, this vacation home must seem like quite the place to “get away from it all”.

But, I mean, are you kidding? Who are they kidding? 

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Nomads in Copenhagen

September 15th, 2008 · 115 Comments

The moving agency swore that it would be Sept. 15th. I didn’t bother checking up on the container full our goods myself as I just trusted them to do their jobs.

 Yeah, right. Sept. 13th comes along and I ask where our container is. After a few panicky moments, the moving agency realizes that the damn thing hasn’t even left Brasil. No one remembered to check up on it.

 So, here we are, in our service apartment, facing 2 days before we have to move out. Extend our stay? No way, no more room there for a month. And, in the typical Danish fashion, they’re not budging. And that’s that. 

So, after a few very angry emails to the right people at the moving company with our HR partner on copy, the moving agency “graciously” offers the use of an apartment that they have leased, all on their bill. Pack our bags, lug them across town in a couple of taxis and up a couple flights of stairs and here we are in a new apartment. A nice place, sure, not much here when we got here. No blankets, sheets, towels…..not much of anything.

 Come 8p.m. or so, we’re getting a little nervous.

The owner then shows up, fresh off of his vacation in Italy, with bags ofnew linens, towels and blankets. Another month here, give or take a couple of weeks and hopefully we’ll be in our new place. Finally. 

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London is a dark place…no, really, it is

September 9th, 2008 · 30 Comments

Everyone says that London is a dark, brooding place. Most of them are right.

Some people say that London can be bright, cheerful and quite pleasant, but there are places in the darkest corners of the globe which can also have a few days like that in the year.No, London is just as you’ve heard – it is dark, dismal and more than a little depressing. It is not only a matter of the weather, though the weather does admittedly play a very large role, but rather more of the ambience and the feeling that you get anywhere you are in the city, whether it be a brightly lit place or a completely dark one. There is just an overwhelming sense of dread and dreary that permeates the soul here.

Take this photo below. Taken from bridge leading across the Thames at Embankment, the skyline appears dark and ominous, though the weather was not necessarily so. From just looking at this, one would tend to blame the weather or poor photography, but I assure you that it was nether. 

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To further make a point, this photo below was of the hallway leading to the flat where I am staying. It is a gorgeous building from 1870, walls of pink marble and leaded glass windows. But just absolutely gothic in feeling and ambience.

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I half-expected  at any time a ghost to pop out complaining in endless dreary tones of his internment in this gloomy corridor for all eternity.

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Snackin’ on Smørbrød

August 31st, 2008 · 62 Comments

Wonderful stuff this is. Choice pieces of pickled herring smothered in various sauces like curry, marinated in herbs like dill, laid on rye bread covered with a thin layer of butter, the whole thing topped with pieces of onion.

 Mind you, I am not a huge fan of anything that is even remotely fishy-tasting or smelling, which is why I really like sushi and cooked salmon.  This is also why I really like the herring here – the pickled variety – as it is really not very much like the traditional fish at all. There is also just something about having it here in Scandanavia, whose culture has depended on this type of fare for many hundreds of years. Besides that, it just really tastes great!

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Smørbrød really comes in all varieties. Some have layers of liver pate, scrambled eggs or good ‘ole coldcuts and lettuce. The cafeteria in my office invariably has a large selection of smørbrød items for breakfast and lunch every day.

Of course, silly American that I am, I always lay another slice of bread over the top of the whole things so that I don’t have to use friggin’ forks and knives to eat the sandwich….a faux pas which I am only too happy to forego a second thought over.

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Aluminum Shakers – A Rant

August 31st, 2008 · 60 Comments

Yesterday, we went to this what-we-thought-was small Vietnamese restaurant near our hotel.

 You know the type – on the corner with its one door facing the corner and “Take-out” in large letters above. So, that’s what we went there to do, order some take-out Vietnamese food and eat back at the hotel.

Well, when we walked in, the facade was clearly a, ahem, facade, and the interior was plush with dark red wallpaper, maroon tablecloths (covered in paper) and candles everywhere. Well, Denmark has candles everywhere anyway, but this was a fancy place! We felt a little uncomfortable  ordering take-out while standing in the door of this fancy restaurant with tables full of people dressed in their finery all staring at our standing there in dirty sweatpants and long-sleeve T-shirts. So, we sat down – at least that hid our dirty sweatpants.

So, this was a fancy restaurant in the Chinese style, with tapestries of gilded goldfish swimming amongst forests of chrysanthemums, carved rosewood benches and faux-ivory vases in the windowsills. And CRAPPY SALT&PEPPER SHAKERS! I mean, these are the type of salt&pepper shakers that you expect to see in a diner or some oily truckstop along Hwy66 in the middle of nowhere.

You know the ones that I mean – glass on the bottom and a cheap aluminum top, dimpled with dents from people actually trying to wash the things. The salt is crusted along the top and clogs up the holes so that you have to stick a toothpick in to clean them out, only there’s no toothpicks so you look around to see if anyone is looking and quickly try to unclog them with the tines of your fork, the one that you just used to find out that the kwei teow noodles  that you ordered are tasteless and in desperate need of that salt. The salt&pepper shakers that make you shake your head in disbelief that someone would spend five thousand dollars for that aquarium in the back with fancy, colorful  fish swimming around in it and wouldn’t spend TEN DOLLARS more to buy some salt&pepper shakers that actually have place in the fancy ambience of the rest of the restaurant..!

Come’on! All of these fancy things that people are probably paying more for to be able to look at while they’re eating and the one thing that PEOPLE ACTUALLY TOUCH to make your food taste better and you pick the most disgusting and cheap-ass ones that you can find?!?!?

Where is the bloody sense in that?    

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Elevator Etiquette

July 31st, 2008 · 91 Comments

You have to appreciate the Japanese sense of manners and politeness. They are known as some of the most respectful and polite people the world over. But not many realize just how overboard that politeness goes to point of incredulity.

A case in point. Elevators. You know how it works…you let the people exiting out first and then let the ladies enter first by holding your hand against the door frame so it doesn’t shut on them. That’s pretty much it, right?

Oh I wish that the Japanese would leave it at that. How simple life would be in Japan if that were indeed the case. No, there is a whole set of rules for the Japanese built around the etiquette of being polite.

First of all, the Japanese do let the exiting ones out first, but they don’t necessarily make room for them in front of the doors. You quite often follow the opening doors to get ready to exit only to find 20 people standing in front of the elevator on the outside! They know they can’t come in, you know that you have to get out. For a few tense moments you stand and stare. Will someone cross the line and make the first move? Will I have to push and shove my way to freedom? I think that this comes from the whole world of boarding trains here in Japan. If you don’t position yourself strategically in front of the opening doors, you may find yourself skilfully and unceremoniously shoved out of the way. It’s survival, in a polite way.

Next we have the button pushing. You don’t want to hold up the people behind you trying to board but you know that you have to push your floor button and don’t want to [rudely] request that the person closest to the button panel push the button for you. You also don’t want to reach in front of someone to sneak a button push in (gasp!) and by the time that you have staked out your spot to stand in the elevator, you usually find yourself out of button range!

One of the more riduclous events in elevator-riding in Japan is the exit when no one is outside waiting to enter. Picture this – you have an elevator full of people, all not wanting to be rude to the other. The person closest to the buttons has their finger on the ‘open’ button so that the doors stay stay open. No one moves. SOMEONE has to get out for gawd’s sake! A few subtle hands waves – “you go first”, “no, you go ahead”, “no, please, you first”, “no, it’s o.k…..please go first”….SOMEONE MOVE DAMNIT!

I’ve solved that problem. I go first. From an elevator full of ladies, older handicapped people, people holding heavy packages, I GO FIRST. That’s why I always try to stay in the front of the elevator near the doors and away from the button panel. This seemingly rude way works well for me and is actually a saving grace for the rest of the elevator’s occupants. Let the rude foreigner go first, he doesn’t know better. NOW we can all get out as none of us are the first. Matter solved. Glad to be of help.

I got into an elevator in my hotel last night on my way home from work. I entered the empty elevator and pushed the button for my floor. Just as the doors were about to begin closing, another guy rushes in, turns around with a little bow and says “Sorry”. He presses his button and the doors start to close. Wait! Here comes his buddies! He jams his hand between the doors to keep them open and then mashes the ‘Door Open’ button to let them all in. He turns around with a slightly deeper bow and says “Sorry!!” Sheesh…you just cut 20 seconds out of my life buddy. How rude can you get, eh? Elevator goes up to their floor and everyone gets out while that same guy again mashes the ‘Door Open’ button. As he exits, he swiftly holds the ‘Door Close’ button so that I can at least recover some of my lost time! With a deep bow this time, he says “Sorry for being so rude!”

Shaking my head, the doors finally close and I’m on my way.

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