tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764322917025368781.post1446990466845178347..comments2023-09-15T05:16:13.918-07:00Comments on Curmudgeon: Hate in An Elevator...The Curmudgeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871545572445353513noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764322917025368781.post-23852825373724760232009-06-24T11:28:57.483-07:002009-06-24T11:28:57.483-07:00Blackberry? More like dingleberry...Blackberry? More like dingleberry...The Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05871545572445353513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764322917025368781.post-36652188468428703392009-06-24T06:40:32.355-07:002009-06-24T06:40:32.355-07:00hah, so true. Infuriating when they press it repea...hah, so true. Infuriating when they press it repeatedly. "relax a-hole, we all know you have to get to your really important job at the bank, we all know you're important".<br /><br />What I hate are the people who get in at 7:30am (when I'm unfortunatly leaving my house), and start checking their blackberries immediatly after they enter the elevator. I don't care how important you are, you can't wait the 20 seconds it takes to descend to the lobby before you check those "important messages from the office" ?!? And it's one thing if its someone in a suit on his or her way to work. If you're a girl in your yoga outfit and are going to for your early morning mochachino, you have NO business checking your blackberry this early...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05059842755478532669noreply@blogger.com