Bitter spleens...FOR JUSTICE!!
Feb. 16th, 2006 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeI've been awfully irritable all week; probably a combination of exhaustion, money stress, house stress, party stress, and friend stress, and um, er, well, probably there is hormonal stuff. But suffice to say I have been the antithesis of Little Mary Sunshine, and I don't like it, but I'm trying to keep a lid on it as much as I can.
But if the bile must out, the least one can do is direct it in a worthy fashion.
I may have mentioned previously that some guy has been consistently smoking in the "private", that is, co-ed single-use toilet for the floor (there are also multi-use single-sex choices). So frequently, even walking by it, it smells like an ashtray; and actually using it is only possible if you have built up a long tolerance in pubs or the like. Well, eventually, detective work showed us who the culprit was; I don't know which office he works in, but we Know His Face.
So, yesterday I left in my cloud of bitchiness, already running somewhat late for my train; and I came to the elevator just as it arrived on our floor and disgorged a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jdev. Mister Smokey was also waiting for it...smoking in the hallway, which is a new one...and as he prepared to enter he casually dumped the still-flaming(!!) butt onto the hallway floor. Moved by the power of my spleen, I disavowed my usual stew-silently-and-possibly-glare tactics, stormed forward, picked up the (still yet burning) butt, ground it out on the metal elevator flame and thrust it back at him, snarling "Dude! What the fuck?" Whereat he, surprised and somewhat shamefaced, mumbled "Is mine" and took it, and we rode down in uncomfortable silence.
I think he threw it on the street after we left the building, and I doubt much it will change his behavior, but at least I think he won't do it in front of me any more.
But if the bile must out, the least one can do is direct it in a worthy fashion.
I may have mentioned previously that some guy has been consistently smoking in the "private", that is, co-ed single-use toilet for the floor (there are also multi-use single-sex choices). So frequently, even walking by it, it smells like an ashtray; and actually using it is only possible if you have built up a long tolerance in pubs or the like. Well, eventually, detective work showed us who the culprit was; I don't know which office he works in, but we Know His Face.
So, yesterday I left in my cloud of bitchiness, already running somewhat late for my train; and I came to the elevator just as it arrived on our floor and disgorged a
jdev. Mister Smokey was also waiting for it...smoking in the hallway, which is a new one...and as he prepared to enter he casually dumped the still-flaming(!!) butt onto the hallway floor. Moved by the power of my spleen, I disavowed my usual stew-silently-and-possibly-glare tactics, stormed forward, picked up the (still yet burning) butt, ground it out on the metal elevator flame and thrust it back at him, snarling "Dude! What the fuck?" Whereat he, surprised and somewhat shamefaced, mumbled "Is mine" and took it, and we rode down in uncomfortable silence.I think he threw it on the street after we left the building, and I doubt much it will change his behavior, but at least I think he won't do it in front of me any more.
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Date: 2006-02-16 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-16 04:24 pm (UTC)What you can do about the single-use toilet issue? Talk to the building super... most buildings have a rule against smoking in them--it's an insurance-catch-the-building-on-fire-killing-thousands kind of thing. You know what the guy looks like, and that he (apparently) has an accent of some kind. Maybe he knows who he is? Couldn't hurt to ask, regardless. :)