Spacial Awareness

I love people. Well, to clarify, I love watching and observing people. Today I had a nugget I can't pass up and is close to my heart. Spacial Awareness or lack thereof.

I'm at Trader Joes buying Hannukah Gelt for my daughter's kindergarten class. (Apparently she is now VERY much on board with Hannukah - I think only because she's the only one in her class that has any relationship with it and it makes her feel cool. I use the term relationship loosely, in that I force my husband to say the prayer for 8 nights while we light the menorah so my kids will understand what Grandma and Grandpa and the cousins celebrate. I bought a book with the prayers and attempted it myself the first year - and that was enough for him to take over the duties.)

So back to TJ's, I've got my gelt and an entire basket of other things I don't need like ginger cinnamon flavored coffee and salted caramels... and I head for a register. I mistakenly choose the one behind a woman who looks as though she has finished checking out. But she's a check writer. Damn! Check writer! The check is written, but she's apparently very diligently filling out the check register with her purchase details. Slowly. Very slowly. And she's a chatter. And she's chatting with the girl at the register. Who looks as pained I as feel about this exchange.

And then I hear the nugget, I think in reference to the person who was in front of her before I showed up. "I call it a lack of spacial awareness! I mean really! Not being aware of the people around you!" Aaccchhhemmm.... Perhaps you mean like ME behind you? WAITING for YOU??? Are you spacially aware of THAT? While the register next to me blows through two customers and you enjoy a leisurely chat? Ahh.. the irony.

It was really all I could take not to step up really close to her at this point.

Give me your spacial awareness story! We all have them.... unless maybe you're a check writer?! Hah!