Maybe it's just me, but is it ignorant and assholish to punch the handicapped button for a set of doors when someone else 15 feet ahead of you is just about to open them up... like with their hands and arms and upper body strength even? Especially if you yourself are not crippled?
I thought so - I didn't appreciate having the doors unexpectedly open *into* my face, left knee, and Timmy's coffee.
If I'm wrong to have been upset, I hereby apologize to the vapid slag in the red coat at the Woodside ferry terminal two mornings ago. Sorry for taking the Lord's name in vain. —Realist In Dartmouth