The elevator came, and there was one person (a youngish white man) already in there. I was in a hurry, the elevator couldn’t possibly hold six people comfortably, and I was in no mood to stand in a confined space with people chattering “happily” in a language alien and strange to me.

So, I quickly pressed the “close” button, which threw them off. No more chattering, and funnily enough, no attempt to hold the door open. They saw what I was doing. But, wouldn’t more considerate people wait for the other elevator (there are two elevators) instead of cramming into the confined space of one? Is this the kind of Third World over-population mentality we’re going to have to put up with in mulit-culti Toronto?

I said to the man: “We are turning into Babylon! What language are they speaking! It sounds like some kind of Nepalese, or some Chinese dialect! Why don’t they at least learn English before coming here!”.