To the turdburger who lives in my apartment block,
I know that you might think it’s funny to press all of the eight lift floor buttons just before you get out at the ground floor but I’ll tell you something: it’s not, especially when you’re waiting in the basement for that lift which is already one of the slowest lifts in the world. Luckily on this occasion I didn’t have any takeway food with me that was diminishing in quality due to those peskily irresistible laws of thermodynamics but let me tell you this: if I actually catch you doing it you will get a very rude education in what a man with a loud, booming voice and some very choice words can do to your quaint sense of humour.
Cheers,
Your fellow lift user and the voice of fucking reason,
Chris
I’m a little worried that this blog of yours is turning into “What will Oysta rant about next?” jejeje
Hope things are going a bit better and your blog post reached the lift guy. Surely all lift-button abusers read the internets?! 😛
@Carly Yeah I think if anything Sydney has made me more cranky but at the same time, more conscientious about how my actions affect others.
I think my blog would make a good forum for lift-button abusers and their victims 😉
I for one would like to vote “turdburger” as a word due for revival. Either that or it’s even funnier cousin, “turdburglar”. Always reminds me of that guy at Mcdonalds…
@Nick I would also add “Turdhurdler” to that list
Ha. Hamburglar.