tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696126386168661766.post3355466518315109896..comments2023-10-09T07:04:49.539-07:00Comments on Writing: franzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02400212989359954521noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696126386168661766.post-67505974773781289302009-09-14T17:55:28.292-07:002009-09-14T17:55:28.292-07:00I know! You'd think you were levitating instea...I know! You'd think you were levitating instead of just moving around.franzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02400212989359954521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696126386168661766.post-22844111822078666952009-09-14T16:41:33.965-07:002009-09-14T16:41:33.965-07:00I once did that on a bus, got out to let others of...I once did that on a bus, got out to let others off, then jumped back on. Boy did I get some strange looks.Shippynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696126386168661766.post-30177019414192862082009-09-14T03:56:39.076-07:002009-09-14T03:56:39.076-07:00River - That probably puts you in direct contentio...River - That probably puts you in direct contention with another kind of lift-goer: the separation anxiety sufferer. These are the ones who, even though they're right at the front of a crowded lift, can't bring themselves just to step outside it when everyone else wants to exit <i>just in case</i> the doors slam shut and leave them on the wrong floor!franzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02400212989359954521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696126386168661766.post-71073675718035489192009-09-14T00:39:38.663-07:002009-09-14T00:39:38.663-07:00I hate being stuck at the back of a full lift and ...I hate being stuck at the back of a full lift and wanting to get out but no-one in front is moving....<br />Shy me had to learn to speak up; "'scuse me, getting out here, could you step aside please?" It was easier with a pram, I just nudged forward until I scraped a few legs then people stepped aside quickly enough.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696126386168661766.post-30371499113078064522009-09-13T17:57:30.841-07:002009-09-13T17:57:30.841-07:00Kath - Nothing speaks louder than quickly stepping...Kath - Nothing speaks louder than quickly stepping forward and stopping right in the lift door, preventing all exit and egress, while holding a baby and a shopping bag and then just standing there, eyes forward, waiting for the inevitable polite backwards step. "Oh ... sorry ... didn't know that two particles couldn't occupy the same space ... didn't think about it really ..."<br /><br />Dad used to shout at the (male) Indian students at his work who would barge through doors and into lifts before any ladies present. THAT used to brighten things up ...franzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02400212989359954521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696126386168661766.post-84259768524368018832009-09-13T17:45:46.236-07:002009-09-13T17:45:46.236-07:00I dare you to say that OUT LOUD to him tomorrow!I dare you to say that OUT LOUD to him tomorrow!Kath Locketthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09677312773827236567noreply@blogger.com