It’s just not that hard

It’s just not that hard to stub out that cigarette when you get rid of it, rather than chucking it on the ground.

It’s just not that hard to look at the lights outside the lift when it arrives. If the top light is on, it’s going up. If the bottom light is on, it’s going down.

It’s just not that hard to leave a message on the voicemail when you ring, rather than making me guess who it was.

It’s just not that hard to look and see if the dome light on the taxi is lit up before waving frantically at it.

It’s just not that hard to switch off the phone diversion when you move into my old desk, so I don’t get your calls. Especially when I left a PostIt note mentioning I’d done it.

It’s just not that hard to use your indicator.

It’s just not that hard to put your litter in a bin.

It’s just not that hard to stand aside to prevent delaying others if you’re going nowhere.