PokeyMan!!

Dubai - The ever growing cosmopolitan city! The city is always buzzing with excitement, tall buildings, latest fashions and cars……where is the time to stop? The place to breath? The population of this city grows everyday and to me it feels like all of them come to work in my office building!!!

The elevators are always crowded and every elevator ride will have, to be modest - at least one pokeyman! You wonder who I talk about? I talk about those weird men/women who manage to come in and slide right to the back of the elevator at first but love to reach ahead later. They would not like being nudged about by the other riders but do not mind pushing them aside as they make their way out!

The most annoying one I met was this afternoon! On my way up to the office, this pokeyman stands right behind me [of course at the end of the elevator] and conveniently forgets to push his floor button as he walks in. So when he remembers he extends his arm with his big pokey finger sticking out by my side - nudging me with his shoulder in the process – still proceeds and nearly pokes a lady in the ear but instead his hand brushes against her face and makes the poor soul jump – which he ignores and stretches further ahead to press the damn floor button!

The most obvious thing to do would be to just shout out from behind if someone could get the button for him!! But our pokeyman does not think of it! When bestowed with angry looks from myself and the other lady, he laughs back in return!! Yes, not even an apology for pushing, brushing or scaring!
As if that’s what we needed! Why is it so difficult to say ‘excuse me’ or ‘can you press the button for me’! Which side of the brain tells them ‘Go on stretch till you pull a muscle but don’t you dare request someone to do it for you!’

The other kinds are over courteous! The kind who see the elevator approaching their floor and start saying ‘excuse me… excuse me!!’ AND THE ELEVATOR HASN’T EVEN STOPPED MOVING YET!! Where do they expect the other people to excuse them and go to!? Over each other?!

We are packed in like sardines but yet they choose to flutter around nudging with their shoulders, poking with their bags yet completely oblivious to all of it! Where do these pokeymen come from?? Do they all undergo a kind of training on ‘how to annoy your co-riders in an elevator’!?!

If you’re a pokeyman and reading this…please stop being it!