I sometimes think people have lost all sense of boundaries and personal decorum.
I’m not talking about selfies and technology driven issues, either.
I’m talking about when folks are in stores. Rudeness has become the standard on aisle four and in the deli.
I am not even talking about how people like to stop and hold conferences in the aisles at the store.
Or how they will bump into you with their buggy as they pass, with half an aisle to spare.
I am talking about when I am trying to unload my buggy and the person behind me feels like it will somehow speed up the process by tossing their stuff up there before I am finished.
Or they get really, really close to me. As in hover so close to me that I have to say, “Excuse me,” when I bump them to get my wallet out of my purse.
It makes me feel claustrophobic and nervous.
As an introvert, I feel very uncomfortable with a stranger having such close proximity to me.
As a human being, I also feel like it is the height of rudeness.
But people -most people, anyway-seem to have lost all sense of personal boundaries and proper public behavior.
Sadly, I was less shocked by seeing a girl walk in wearing a bikini once than I was by the man behind me that just saddled on up beside me to buy his pack of Marlboros while I was still handing my coupons to the cashier.
I shot the guy a sideways glance as if to say, “Back up, buddy,” but he didn’t seem to notice.
Another time, as I was in line, a man just appeared from nowhere and proceeded to cut in front of me in line. I actually called him out on it.
“You go ahead,” I said. “Whatever you are doing is evidently so much more important than what I have to do.”
It was urgent, after all, he had to load his card so he could save 10 cents on gas.
I get so frustrated and upset, I have gotten to the point I hate shopping of any kind.
Cole tries to be my buffer, but he is just a child.
In Aldi once, a man started placing his items up on the checkout belt while I was unloading.
The look on my face must have been horrific – I wanted to say something snarky and rude but my raisin’ wouldn’t allow it.
Evidently, my generation was the last to believe in having any kind of decorum.
Cole turned around until he made eye contact with the man’s wife, who tried to stop the man.
“I think that lady is still putting her stuff up there, honey,” she said.
He tossed a box of rice on the belt.
Cole grabbed it and handed it to the wife who finally made her husband realize he was tossing his items up there with mine.
When Cole turned back to me, he said my face was as red a pepper.
“I got this, Mama,” he said. “I won’t let them make you have a meltdown.”
Why can’t people take two seconds and realize they are not the only ones in the world and see how rude they are being.
If they aren’t all up on my backside, they are cutting in front of me. Cole wanted a sub sandwich at the deli one day. I had stood in line behind two people for about 15 minutes, when some rude lady approached and cut in front of me as the folks ahead of me moved away with their order.
Personally, I think the deli person should have known the lady was not next – I was – because I had been standing there so long.
Maybe I was wearing my cloak of invisibility that day. Or putting on a good imitation of a statue.
“Sometimes, I swear, I hate people,” I mumbled getting in the car.
Lamar didn’t say anything, because he knows I can turn on him like a feral cat if he says the wrong thing.
“You need to be my buffer,” I told him.
“My human buffer. You need to go in stores with me from now on – none of this sitting out here, napping. You need to go in there and make sure no one gets all up on me in the checkout and maybe help me run interference so people won’t cut in front of me.”
Lamar didn’t say a word -again, I can go feral cat.
“Maybe you need to speak up,” was Mama’s suggestion.
But in a world of road rage, it can be scary.
Even scarier, I am the type that takes and takes and takes and when I reach my limit, I am the scary one. I don’t want to do that. I would probably be escorted by police officers out of the store. Maybe wearing handcuffs.
After visiting Mama the other day, we stopped in Barnes & Noble.
As we went to checkout, I noticed the sign that said: “Please wait here until called by the next cashier.” What a lovely idea, I thought. A queue to give boundaries and parameters.
Some banks have the queue and even the ones that don’t, people have some cognizance it is not acceptable to get all up on someone while they are taking care of business.
Banks and bookstores apparently have a higher level of decorum, keeping the sales transaction sacred, away from rude, overzealous people.
Why can’t all the other stores have those signs or the little metal rails to get through?
But they don’t.
The rest of the world has just lost any and all civilization it once had.
And it all started at the grocery store.