I am blown away by the levels of laziness I see on a daily basis. But today’s example hit a level astronomically high. We have two elevators in our building. One is the front entrance (directly off Broadway) the other is the freight elevator which is down the street about 30 feet, turn left on to Spring street, walk another 20 or so feet and there it is on the left. It is dark and basement-like. There are mouse traps, there is moisture, and there is trash. Lots of trash. The note on the door this morning read: ELEVATOR OUT. PEOPLE USE FREIGHT. I walked in figuring, hell I can walk my ass up the stairs.
A woman exiting said to me (because I can’t read)
The elevator is out. We have to use the freight
Can I use the stairs?
I mean, I GUESS you can. If you really WANT to.
I could use the exercise.
So could you, I thought.
Does anyone see the absurdity in this? It took more energy for her to walk to the scary freight elevator, then to just haul her ass up the damn stairs. I don’t get it. Why are folks so lazy? What happens to us as we age? When we were kids we didn’t even really think about it. What happens to us as we get older? She must have been my age, maybe a bit younger. Is laziness a disease? Does it eventually cripple people, forcing them to live a life sitting on the couch, eating potato chips, and drinking hot fudge? It makes me sad. Even if I do live longer they won’t be around for me to say,
I told you so.
I don’t have a lot of patience for the lazy. Zilch. Zero. If you want to be lazy, that’s fine, but don’t stand it up in front of me. (And [if you’re capable] you could move your ass a bit quicker on those subway stairs as well).
(I’ll probably get hit by a falling air-conditioner or a bus today).