Elevator manlet
OK, so I'm taking the elevator down from the 1st floor to the sixth level of the parking garage. As the door is closing, I hear a "hold that elevator!" and someone sticks their hand in the door, which briefly smashes down on the hand and then opens. A short dweeb in a Men's Warehouse off the shelf suit holds the door open, collects his bag from outside, and comes in. He looks at me a bit nervously, says "sorry", and then looks at the door. I'm fuming at this point; nothing like being held up by a short manlet. There's three other fucking elevators, but this little fat guy has to hold mine up.
As the elevator starts moving, he looks up and then over at me and says "oh, I thought this was going up". His hand starts to move to the buttons, but I take a step towards him, so he laughs a bit and says "I'll go along for the ride". And I think to myself, yes you will bitch. You will not be leaving this elevator before I do.
When we get to P6, I step next to him and calmly press every button for all the floors between P6 and 1, where he got on. I stare at him for a few seconds, and then I walk away, making sure he doesn't get off to catch another elevator. I could smell the urine as it dribbled down his leg.
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