Paging Dr. Assh*le

I was on the elevator, with a large cart of things, at the hospital I volunteer at. I got to my floor, the doors opened and I gathered my momentum to push the cart out. As I did, a doctor came barreling in. He didn't have time to stop and wait to make sure no one was getting off, but he certainly had time to give me a look, that I must assume implied *I* was an a-hole for being in his way. I'm not one for generalizations, so I won't say "That's a doctor for ya." But I will say "That's an a-hole for ya."