Wednesday, January 09, 2008


As the elevator door was closing today this business douche called out from 20 feet away "hold the elevator" and I immediately scrambled to hit the right button in a panic. Once he stepped on the elevator I fucking hated him for 14 floors.

This made me realize that most of the time I only do nice things because I don't want to be an asshole, rather then to just do a nice thing. Disturbing, but true.

Anyone else?

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