Heh heh. This happens all the time here in SF.
I’ll be waiting for a bus/streetcar, and as it approaches, I see that it’s packed to the brim and grumble to myself a little bit. I gets on, I pays my dollar, and I start moving back. Six feet later, I have all the room in the world! I turn and look back and the schmucks standing in this invisible three by three box at the front of the bus and I just think to myself, “What the hell is this about?”
I absolutely REFUSE to be forced off the sidewalk/path onto the gutter or into a puddle. I simply stop, and fix the oncoming “walking 4 abreast” idiots with a firm glare and MAKE them go around me.
I have no idea if this helps in any way, as far as teaching them a bit more in manners, but at least I don’t get my shoes muddy.
Ah.
You scanned the entire soup section, looking for a particular kind of soup. You couldn’t find it, so you went and looked again, and it took a while. This implies that you were moving, scanning, looking at a whole section of stuff.
This makes sense, even to my addled mind, and I will not fault you for it. If nothing else, I can wait a few seconds for you to move beyond the “chicken and stars” and then reach out and snatch one before you return to that point in your orbit.
Furthermore, your remarks indicate a certain awareness of those around you.
When, on the other hand, you are standing close enough to the products in question to be able to kiss them, and you are obsessively staring back and forth between one and the other – NOT an entire section, but one product and a similar product near it, obviously unable to make up your mind between sharp cheddar and Monterey Jack – and you’ve been standing there in the exact same spot, blocking any reasonable vision or access to the products, for three minutes, five hundred seconds, and show every sign of being ready to stand there for another half hour…
But…but…but…
Fine, I won’t do it anymore.::grumpy arms crossed frustrated smiley::
I guess I’m just going to have to go back to smacking people in the back of the head as I walk by…
We have “narrow hallway chatters” here. Just fucking standing there in the middle of a heavy traffic area, shootin’ the breeze and lookin’ all glued to the carpet. I fucking hate that.
We also have elevator people that will stand right in front of the doors even though they will be the last ones out of the elevator. Fucking hate that, too.
I had to stand and wait at the milk fridge at Safeway for a couple of minutes for a lady getting milk. This is milk - how hard can this decision be? And of course, while she agonized over skim or 1%, she had pulled her cart in front of her so she managed to block half the milk fridges. And was completely oblivious to people standing there, waiting to get at the fridges. Sometimes I wish I was that special, so the rest of the world can wait while I do as I please.
Yesterday I was waiting to cross the street. There were three other people also waiting. When the light changed I crossed, staying within the lines marking the crosswalk. The other three, as soon as they passed the cars that had stopped for the light, started walking diagonally out of the crosswalk to the left so they stepped onto the sidewalk about six feet from the crosswalk. I got to the sidewalk and turned left. Since I walk at a fairly fast pace, I soon caught up with them, then had to slow to a snail’s pace and loudly shout “EXCUSE ME!” to get past them.
If you’re in such a fucking hurry that you have to cut sideways instead of staying in the crosswalk, why don’t you walk a little faster than 0.00000001 miles an hour. Or at least not take up the entire sidewalk, so people can get past you.
Oh, and Thea Logica? I’ve glad I’m not the only one who’s noticed this in casinos. And then there’s the phenomenon that I’ve dubbed “slot machine hypnosis” where people are apparently so overwhelmed by the noise and flashing lights that they stop in the center of the traffic lanes and slowly wobble from side to side, making it impossible to try to pass them because no matter which way you try to go they end up in front of you. Damned tourists! I mutter as I go past.
Thanks for the note. I was lurking this thread, thinking “what happened”.
Meat cows, all of them! I got places to go, things to do, and do NOT have patience for some 300 pound chunk of lazy who simply refuses to pick up the pace! (Yeah, I know that some are disabled and can’t help it. This rant doesn’t apply to those folks.) It’s even worse in the inner cities, when the welfare checks come in and the cows jam the supermarket. If I had it my way, the clerks would recieve combat pay for taking care of the welfare brood mares on welfare day. Having to put up with that kind of stupid is beyond the call of duty. Being a clerk is hard enough without being called a “muvvafuggen biatch lyin racess” simply because Newports and Wild Irish Rose wine do not count as food items. Don’t even get me started on when they drag in all 129,883 of their children (all sired by different unknown men, natch). :smack: :smack: :rolleyes:
Here’s what they’re thinking (imagine this printed in green letters on a black background, Apple ][ style:
[chernobyl]
Stimulus Overload! 1K memory limit reached!
Unexpected Paradox Encountered!
Thought Processes Terminating Abnormally!
Stack Dump Brain Overload! ABORT, RETRY, FAIL?
RETRY Failed! Meltdown Now Inevitable, Evacuate Facility!
[/chernobyl]
I especially hate this when the perp is going from the outside into a store or business and they stop when in the process of opening the door, and it’s 90 @#$## degrees below zero out and the rest of the people, who have rushed from their cars in the hopes of quickly getting inside where it’s warm, are forced to stand there freezing saying “excuse me…Excuse me…EXCUSE ME!!!”
Not to mention the people inside, if it’s someplace like a restaurant, who are being treated to the arctic @#$# BLAST being created by the open door.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH
OK, I do something bad when I’m at Target stores and their ilk. I get a cart and then immediately go to the back of the store where the bicycles are sold. I equip the cart with a bike horn or bell (whatever makes a loud but somewhat amusing sound) and then do my shopping. A little honk or ring seems to clear an aisle from people who don’t realize or care that parking their cart perpendicular in the middle of an aisle doesn’t allow anyone to pass.
There’s been construction going on on campus for quite a while. For a little while, the whole campus was split by a chain-link fence that ran across the narrow direction of the campus, except for one walkway about 5 feet wide. It became the ultimate bottleneck for the campus, as anyone going from the residential side to the academic side had to pass through that portal. For the most part, though, people were good about moving along.
One night, I was riding my bike back from academics at around midnight. In the entire trip back to my dorm, I saw only two people, who had decided to stop and talk right in the damn gap! They had managed to split the gap such that I could not ride around them, but had to ride up very close, slam on my brakes, and clear my throat loudly enough to dislodge teeth before they moved. 