I’m just so annoyed at inconsiderate people. And, it is happening so frequently lately, that I am becoming more sensitive to it - actually expecting it to happen. They say that if you want patience, you don’t ask for patience - you are giving an opportunity to be patient.
But, people are just not aware of their surroundings anymore.
In my area of Cleveland, there are several major highways, and it isn’t uncommon for the on-ramps and off-ramps of these highways to have two turning lanes. The rule is, you stay in your lane all the way through the turn. Twice in the past month I have come this close to getting in an accident because the person in the other lane swerved into my lane halfway through the turn. I don’t honk. I let them honk. I might look at them, without staring, and let them go. And then I let them come to their own conclusion of where they went wrong.
Blocking intersections. I don’t honk at them when they are blocking me. I just wait patiently, waiting for them to understand where they went wrong. And, when someone honks at me because I did not move far up enough - blocking the intersection myself - I just look at the in the rearview mirror.
These next two just happened tonight at the grocery store.
We needed dishwasher detergent. I go down that aisle, and sanding there, right in front of the dishwasher detergent, was a young lady who was talking loudly to a middle-aged lady who was about ten feet away. “Blah blah blah blah.” The content isn’t important, but there was obviously some indecision on the matter in discussion. I stood there and waited patiently for about fifteen seconds, and then just jumped in there, reached around her, and grabbed the dishwasher detergent that I needed. I didn’t match eyes with here. I just grabbed it and kept going in one movement.
The wife and I had just checked out from the grocery store, and we heading towards the exit. At the end of the very first check-out lane, there is also the line for the customer service desk directly opposite. It gets a little tight at that spot, but you have to go through in order to exit the grocery store. Right in front of us, a lady came out of that check-out lane, and was obviously going straight for the customer service line. She let go of her cart, and stepped into the line. Admirable, since she didn’t try to navigate her cart through the customer service line, but horribly executed, as she left her cart, lengthwise, completely blocking the exit area between the last check-out lane and the customer service line. Just, right there, and she got in line. My wife and I, and the people behind us, stopped. My wife shoved the cart out of the way with an audible “oomph”, and we just kept walking, not looking back.