Hey, Asshole...

First of all, let me preface this by saying, I am NO longer a morning person. I usually stumble into work and don't say much until 9 am..or until my coffee kicks in..whichever comes first.
But, I try-grumpy as I am, to be polite in the morning. I have a big training class to present twice today. I press the elevator button to go down to the room and get it prepared. I have a cart loaded with papers, candy, various training tools. I don't know why people's common sense goes RIGHT OUT THE DOOR when it comes to elevators. They don't stand to the side when the door opens to let the people ON the elevator to get out... they keep pressing that little button (no matter how many people are standing there or that it's lit allready) well, kiddies- my experience made me want to have a full tourette's rant this morning.
The schmuck-a-zoid that is there when the elevator door opens gives me one of those "mornin' mam" nods. I take this as a welcoming sign that he will MOVE his monster sized ass to the side and get out from the center of the elevator. But, Noooooo, this Jack-Tard decided he'll just stand in my way and let me have an aneurysm trying to navigate my cart inside without getting his armani suit wearing, black leather briefcase -that is probably empty but is there to LOOK important-holding, Tie with little jockeys on it -fucking dumbass to move the fuck over! He just stood there...staring at me in disbelief as I smooshed my claustrophobic ass into the corner. It was killing me not to say,"Hey, Asshole...unless you would like me to physically give you a training cart Enema- move the fuck over."... then I realized that I shouldn't come to work when I have PMS AND morning issues...