Miami Gringo's Daily Dope
[The following is Miami Gringo's guest post on this site, as part of Miami Cross Blogination Day. Personally, I have contributed to a lowering of the standards at All Purpose Dark. – mkh]
It's not often I post regarding other's misfortunes, but it does happen occasionally. This morning's winner of the "Daily Dope" award involves some individuals that work in my building, but don't directly work with me.
My building consists of eight floors, many of which are fully occupied by hard working American citizens just trying to get by in life. The types of offices are numerous and varied, encompassing everything from temporary employment agencies to secondary offices for one of the leading cruise lines in the world. The offices I work with in particular are Governmental in nature, so there is a good mix of both private and public industry, young and old workers, and just about every ethnicity one can imagine. This sets the scene for some very amusing situations.
On this particular day, two out of three elevators that service these eight floors were out of order, with clearly posted signs specifying their current condition. One of these elevators has its door open, with a sign in the back of the elevator showing "Out of Service," with all the floor lights lit up and obviously not going anywhere. With this said, the situation itself makes for some fairly long waits while pressing the elevator call buttons to simply get to your office.
This scene in particular takes place in the morning, with no less than fifteen people waiting on the ground floor in order to take the elevator to their respective cubicles. Enter two people whom I know simply dubbed here as "Muscles" and "Picky", aptly named for their stocky build and obsessive nature respectively. With utter disregard for the other fourteen people waiting at the elevator lobby, Muscles looks at me and says "Hey we're gonna take this other elevator over here - are you just going to stand there?" I respond simply "Yep, I'm not in any rush to get to work. See ya' later!" And off they go to inhabit the elevator with its doors open, not reading the sign that specifies its condition, and totally ignoring the growing crowd of people that are smart enough to know better.
Five minutes we waited, five minutes they stood in the broken elevator trying to get it to work. Five minutes the crowd listens to these guys talk to each other, pressing buttons, wondering why the elevator isn't responding to their commands. Finally, the working elevator comes, the crowd starts piling in, Muscles and Picky get out of their elevator and begin following. They ask me, as the door to the elevator closes without them in it, why I didn't tell them that elevator wasn't working. I respond simply "I thought it was obvious, and I wanted to see if you guys could get it to work!"
Congratulations, Muscles and Picky - you've won MG's Daily Dope award. In the words of Bill Engvall, "Here's Your Sign!"
[My thanks go out to the lovely, talented, and socially-conscious Rebecca Carter of greenerMiami for arranging all this foolishness. The poor child had no idea what she was in for, I suspect.... – mkh]
9 Comments:
I often wonder if I should tell people when I know something they don't. But it seems every time I do, something goes wrong. If I had told them it didn't work, it would have worked immediately. I think you probably made the right choice! Loved the post!
That reminds me of two typical scenarios...
1) The elevator call button is lit, and yet an entire crowd of people will line-up to each push it again.
2) A door is visibly locked and there is a small group of people waiting for it to open, and people will still try to open the door.
Rebecca:
It works for me like that all the time as well. I'm the computer guy where I work so, people call me with their problems and when I go to check them out the computer works just fine. Its a bit like being a mechanic.
Also like going to the doctor. My knee could hurt all week, until I get to the doctor's office waiting room, when it suddenly heals itself and feels fine.
Funny post!
Dear Miami Gringo,
Sometimes, I want to comment on your blog. But you must have a WordPress account to comment. I have no need for a WP account.
So I can't comment, and maybe I'm not the only one.
The end.
Tere
Tere, you don't need to have a WP account, you just need to register. I did it today...it's painless, I promise!
heh heh I'll make a deal with ya Tere,
I'll turn off the "You gotta be registered to comment" just for you. So long as I don't get completely flooded with spam, I'll leave it off.
Now, you've got no excuse!
Love the post! I'm so aggravated by similar stupidity, like mentioned above. I press the button and some dope comes after me and feels compelled the my button pressing just wasn't good enough to make the elevator come and open it's doors. Or the if I press the down button to go down to the basement parking and some dope comes and waits for the elevator with me. The elevator comes, I go in, dope comes in, then dope comments on how they didn't realize the elevator was going down and they needed to go up. I think the lit button and the lit sign was enough of a clue, dontcha think? I actually had one guy get pissed off at me because he pulled this random act of stupidity. That was pretty amusing.
Love the post! I'm so aggravated by similar stupidity, like mentioned above. I press the button and some dope comes after me and feels compelled the my button pressing just wasn't good enough to make the elevator come and open it's doors. Or the if I press the down button to go down to the basement parking and some dope comes and waits for the elevator with me. The elevator comes, I go in, dope comes in, then dope comments on how they didn't realize the elevator was going down and they needed to go up. I think the lit button and the lit sign was enough of a clue, dontcha think? I actually had one guy get pissed off at me because he pulled this random act of stupidity. That was pretty amusing.
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