nunoncastors

I am by nature, irritable and argumentative. I am unfailingly right, even when wrong and, if I had my way, my word would be law. It is for this reason that I get really irritated by the lazy bastards in my office block who get into the lift on the ground floor, then get out of it on the second floor. I could understand if they had some sort of physical impediment, but it’s always some twenty-something fashion victim waving their iPod about in case anyone still gave a shit about owning one.

Two flights of stairs, fifty-two steps. A total journey time of two minutes, it actually takes less time to walk it than it does to take the lift. The lazy, lazy bastards.

Mind you, it’s just as well they don’t take the stairs; I think I’d push them down them just to make a point. Namely that I can be needlessly vindictive.

Still. The lazy, lazy bastards.

Bastards.