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Posted: 7/13/05 at 7:51pm
So, I'd like to tell a story. Perhaps not with much particular purpose, but I'm angry. The wit you guys have can probably turn this into quite the fun little thing, though.
A friend left me a voicemail while my phone was turned off today, since I usually don't leave it on while I'm at work. I had listened to her voicemail, and was dialing her call as I was waiting for the elevator with some other interns. My friend literally picked up just as the elevator came, and as I was entering, I was mid sentence - "hey, I got your e-mail." In the corner of the elevator was a middle-aged looking man. You know those people who look completely miserable, those ones who look like they just loathe everyone and everything about the world? He was one of them. He cut me off, and shoved his hand in front of the door, so it couldn't close, and started yelling at me. "NO. If you're going to do that, get out." I told my friend to hold on, because I was a bit perplexed - I wasn't quite sure what I was doing wrong. I mean, people talk on the phone all the time now; it's sort of the nature of our society, like it or not. He kept yelling at me, telling me that if I was going to be on the phone, I should stay where I was, and that "UGH. It's the RUDEST THING," and just kept on, not letting the door shut until I had very speedily told my friend I'd call her back and hung up on the poor girl.
The other girls I work with and I retreated to a separate corner of the tiny elevator, and I stared at the little digital thing that tells you the floor you're on. I wish I could've told the guy that if he had an issue, *he* should get out of the damned elevator, or that he'd certainly live if I wanted to converse with my friend for the fifteen-second, five-flight elevator ride. I mean, honestly, does this morbid individual go around chiding every person he sees talking on a phone at every instance which he deems to be inopportune?
I figure this: had I been a grown man, or perhaps even someone who was clearly an adult - maybe anything other than a very obvious specimen of late-teen-aged girl, he probably would've kept his trap shut. Of course there's not way to know he wouldn't have yelled at a grown man or something, but it seemed that way. At a time in my life in which I've finally begun to be treated like an adult, and where I'm working with adults who trust my opinion, and treat as their equals, here I was, being chided for using a cell-phone, probably simply because I was a kid who wouldn't fight back. I should've told the guy to go screw himself, get hit by a bus, or... the more mature approach of simply exiting the elevator, but I was kind of afraid that he'd clobber me with his briefcase.
Alas, the story is not completed. Immediately upon exiting the elevator with my fellow interns, I called my friend back and proceeded to pick up where the conversation had left off, to spite the guy. Just outside the office building, I ran into someone I know who had tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. Mr. Merry Sunshine was behind me, and he walked straight in front of me, between the person I had met and I, yelling "OH, don't talk to HER, she's on the phone," and stalked off.
Really, bastard. It's not even so much that he was mean, because hey, even though I've had very few such experiences, I know New Yorkers are... kind of nasty people, for the most part. Surely part of the reason he did it was because he was an inconsiderate jerk, but I also think he did it because he saw a child, being what I'm sure he considered reckless and obnoxious. Granted, I embarass easily, but that's just a plain slap in the face. And what's worse is that I let him win, by not doing what I'd do say... if someone on here slapped me around. I hid like the shy idiot that I am.
I felt like sharing. That's all. God, I love New York.
Excuse me. I need to go listen to my Adam Pascal playlist and take a hot shower.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
A friend left me a voicemail while my phone was turned off today, since I usually don't leave it on while I'm at work. I had listened to her voicemail, and was dialing her call as I was waiting for the elevator with some other interns. My friend literally picked up just as the elevator came, and as I was entering, I was mid sentence - "hey, I got your e-mail." In the corner of the elevator was a middle-aged looking man. You know those people who look completely miserable, those ones who look like they just loathe everyone and everything about the world? He was one of them. He cut me off, and shoved his hand in front of the door, so it couldn't close, and started yelling at me. "NO. If you're going to do that, get out." I told my friend to hold on, because I was a bit perplexed - I wasn't quite sure what I was doing wrong. I mean, people talk on the phone all the time now; it's sort of the nature of our society, like it or not. He kept yelling at me, telling me that if I was going to be on the phone, I should stay where I was, and that "UGH. It's the RUDEST THING," and just kept on, not letting the door shut until I had very speedily told my friend I'd call her back and hung up on the poor girl.
The other girls I work with and I retreated to a separate corner of the tiny elevator, and I stared at the little digital thing that tells you the floor you're on. I wish I could've told the guy that if he had an issue, *he* should get out of the damned elevator, or that he'd certainly live if I wanted to converse with my friend for the fifteen-second, five-flight elevator ride. I mean, honestly, does this morbid individual go around chiding every person he sees talking on a phone at every instance which he deems to be inopportune?
I figure this: had I been a grown man, or perhaps even someone who was clearly an adult - maybe anything other than a very obvious specimen of late-teen-aged girl, he probably would've kept his trap shut. Of course there's not way to know he wouldn't have yelled at a grown man or something, but it seemed that way. At a time in my life in which I've finally begun to be treated like an adult, and where I'm working with adults who trust my opinion, and treat as their equals, here I was, being chided for using a cell-phone, probably simply because I was a kid who wouldn't fight back. I should've told the guy to go screw himself, get hit by a bus, or... the more mature approach of simply exiting the elevator, but I was kind of afraid that he'd clobber me with his briefcase.
Alas, the story is not completed. Immediately upon exiting the elevator with my fellow interns, I called my friend back and proceeded to pick up where the conversation had left off, to spite the guy. Just outside the office building, I ran into someone I know who had tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. Mr. Merry Sunshine was behind me, and he walked straight in front of me, between the person I had met and I, yelling "OH, don't talk to HER, she's on the phone," and stalked off.
Really, bastard. It's not even so much that he was mean, because hey, even though I've had very few such experiences, I know New Yorkers are... kind of nasty people, for the most part. Surely part of the reason he did it was because he was an inconsiderate jerk, but I also think he did it because he saw a child, being what I'm sure he considered reckless and obnoxious. Granted, I embarass easily, but that's just a plain slap in the face. And what's worse is that I let him win, by not doing what I'd do say... if someone on here slapped me around. I hid like the shy idiot that I am.
I felt like sharing. That's all. God, I love New York.
Excuse me. I need to go listen to my Adam Pascal playlist and take a hot shower.
Updated On: 7/13/05 at 07:51 PM
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