One of the joys of this blog is that I have a place to voice my pet peeves...one of the other joys is then having others write in to say they share them (just as one of the downsides of having this blog is when my brothers write in to make fun of my pet peeves).
Well, here's a new one.
I work in a high rise, and there are six elevators serving basically 16 or 17 floors. I rarely, if ever, wait long for an elevator or share an elevator with more than two other people.
Yet I find myself almost daily encountering the "late arrival". You know the type....the door is almost closed as they sprint to the button....or even worse, they stick their arm between the doors. These people are the lowest of the low.