There is a thing in societies known as “etiquette.” Perhaps you would like to know what that means. “Etiquette fundamentally prescribes and restricts the ways in which people interact with each other, and show their respect for other people by conforming to the norms of society.” That was from Wikipedia, which by it’s inherent nature is at the highest echelon of academia, therefore everything written in it must be true.
If there’s one overarching category of actions that piss me off in the world, it’s inconsideration/failure to follow commonly accepted etiquette. Many of these actions occur while operating a motor vehicle, and often happen when I am at a more considerate moment and then the other individual says, “Hey, fuck you very much” with their actions.
For example: people that don’t signal when they turn, people that don’t acknowledge you when you allow them to pass through first on a street where there is only one lane, people that ride your ass in the left lane even when there are ten cars in front of you, people that attempt to be considerate by waving you through a four-way intersection even when they clearly arrived first or arrived at the same time and are on the right side of you (you have the right of way, asshole, just fucking go and everyone would be a lot happier because they’d realize “Eureka! Traffic rules and commonly accepted traffic norms are observed in the best interest of the individuals and in general make everything run smoothly and efficiently”).
But this particular instance does not commonly occur while operating a vehicle. You’re at the mall/restaurant/retail store. There are two sets of double doors, you attempt to enter the door on the right side, as it is the commonly accepted social and cultural norm to walk and enter on the right side (much like driving). But there is someone on the other side, waiting for you to open that door, and then they make it awkward by trying to walk on through as you seemingly open the door for them.
But I wasn’t opening that door for you, dumbass.
There are two doors, and there was one on your right side. So why didn’t you just walk through it? If there was one door, this behavior would be acceptable, but there are two for a reason. It goes against all instincts, all consideration. I’m not being nice and opening the door; I’m feeling like my head is going to explode from all of the hatred and frustration and me trying to hold in the obscenities that are racing through my brain. And you know what really pisses me off? When the genius gives you a little nod of acknowledgement or says thank you.
I WASN’T HOLDING THE DOOR FOR YOU.
I WAS ATTEMPTING TO ENTER THE ESTABLISHMENT THAT YOU WERE TRYING TO EXIT, AND IT WOULD’VE BEEN QUICKER, EASIER, AND PAINLESS HAD YOU JUST ADHERED TO THE RULES OF ENTERING AND EXITING A BUILDING WITH DOUBLE DOORS.
And as for the Blockbuster store pictured above, I must make a comment about the Souderton Blockbuster, because the doors are set clearly apart. The architect must’ve been somewhere close to as pissed as I am about this phenomenon, and tried to force people to realize the systematic genius behind a system that has two doors, not one.
Listen: 30 Seconds to Mars, “Battle of One”
Quote: “This is an unbearable strain, but I’m doing it as hard as I’ve ever done it before.” – Ignignot, while flipping Earth the bird.
Holy crap, I think you might be able to read my mind…from miles away…wherever you wrote this from.