Also, people who stand on escalators blocking the way so that the people who aren't too freaking lazy to walk up and down stairs can't get by them.
yanno, i used to say "excuse me, may I get past you" to such bovines (and to dirigibles hovering in doorways, et omnia generis alia)... but now I am more likely to say "Get the [expletive] out of my way, NOW."
their lack of manners has led to a reduction in my manners. it's a vicious cycle.
Boarding a hospital elevator, with each stop people packed in, way over the limit the elevator was designed to handle.
It stopped between floors. The fellow nearest the elevator controls phoned in our predicament, adding, "Would you please hurry!" Obviously he was not too comfortable.
I was accompanied by my mother and daughter. They were cool. I, sorry to admit, was not. I pulled "The Daily Word" from my purse and proceeded to read.
Some number of years passed before I would even use an elevator. Eventually I was forced to with Mom and Dad, at various times, being hospitalized. Not comfortable, tho.
Today, thank God, I can use them without any trepidation. Well, a little, at times. If I'm alone, who's on the elevator, who's going to get on? Always looking out for the weirdos, there and a few other places.
The message here is: Yes, we can get beyond any fear.