My wife’s newest kitten Lilly has an annoying habit of sticking her butt in my face when I pet her. If I am sitting at my desk, she will jump on me to be petted and boom, he butt is in my face. If I pick her up and pet her, she will struggle free and stand on my shoulder, of course, with her butt pointed in my direction. This can be easily fixed though, I just push her away.
This afternoon all the kids and grandkids left for the day leaving my wife and I at home by ourselves. We took advantage of the silence to do something we don’t do near enought of, go grocery shopping together. Instead of coming home and fixing dinner, we decided to get something to eat at a Taco Time, a Seattle area Mexican fast food chain. The food is much better than Taco Bell and always fresh. There was a large group of 20 or so in there eating when we arrived, from the sound of them talking, some of them had not seen some of the others for many years.
My wife and I were about half way done when the group got up to leave. There were hugs and kisses all around as everyone said goodbye. Two of them, a woman in her 50’s was talking to a younger woman. As they talked, the older woman was slowly backing away from the younger woman and soon was standing right next to the table my wife and I were using. She turned to talk to someone else and for about 30 seconds, her butt was mere inches from me while I ate. Unlike the kitten, I couldn’t just push her away. I had just positioned my fork so if she backed up anymore she would have backed into it when the younger woman saw what was happening and gently pulled her away from me. Nothing was said and both walked away. I wished she would have backed into the fork, I think it would have been funny.
People who do things like this baffle (and irritate) me. Are these people that completely oblivious to their surroundings? Same people who for stop in the middle of a crowd of people walking to look at something without getting over to the side first. Or the people who like to walk backwards while talking to somebody they’re walking away from, and thereby running into me.
This tendency pervades the way many people drive. It’s nice to call it Situational Awareness, but really the person’s just too friggin’ inconsiderate to live.
Some of us just have a lot of ass, that’s all. I have to watch myself in stores that have breakables perched precariously on shelves. I am Situationally Aware, but that’s not always easy in narrow aisles. I turn one way, and my butt knocks into a shelf of Precious Moments. I turn the other way, and my boobs threaten the Little Porcelain Shoes.
My co-workers and I had lunch in a bar/restaurant that had a balcony. At the time, smoking was allowed in designated areas (bars were exempt from smoking bylaws). Two guys were sitting up in the balcony and were absent-mindedly tapping there ashes over the railing… and onto our food on the level below.
A waiter had to go up twice to tell them to knock it off, but they were so oblivious to their own actions that they’d start again. Eventually the manager told the to either butt out or pay our tab because we’d had to sent back food and beverages.
