I am a people watcher. I love sitting in a public place and observing others. One of my favorite things is how people protect their personal space.
For instance, in an elevator everyone stands
equidistant from each other:
Sometimes I like to mess with the elevator people a bit by shifting my position
ever so slightly as to create
imbalance and watch the subconscious
chaos ensue.
Obviously
karma has been watching and taken action to balance the world, because my off-spring have an entirely different take on the elevator scene.
Let me state right now that I don’t let my children ride elevators by themselves so this is purely hypothetical:
I have noticed this phenomenon at home.
Where ever I am the room is completely
imbalanced.
Where ever I walk it is
crowded.
Where ever I pee it is
accompanied.
What a huge
waste of square footage.
I am selling the house and moving into the minivan.
At least there they are strapped in an equidistant formation.
I miss my personal space.
When I worked for the airlines, one of the things I trained was ‘Personal Space’. I had to go over each culture and the amount of space they need. Great post, you have a fan in me!
Ha! Looks like my house!
HILARIOUS!!!
My first visit here(via Playgroups are no place for children’s shared reader items) and I am totally subscribing! 🙂
testing, testing, 1 2 3
This is why my husband says he passes gas so often…to give himself a little more room.
You are very observant–I am lucky if I remember all my kids 😉
This is so incredibly funny and so incredibly true!! Depsite the fact that I’m late and everyone else has said it already, had to comment and say that I’m laughing hysterically right now (as I try to push my three children into some other square foot of space besides the one I’m occupying).
*snort laughing!* I’m over from Angie’s space…thanks for the morning laugh…complete with diagrams…haw!
Well, my dog’s taken the place of my child (only child who is grown and lives across the land in Oregon)…and my hb, too – I have a big arse territorial space and people like to invade it (because I’m little, I suppose) whist I stand eyes-a-buggin and stiff and they don’t even notice when they grab onto me the subtle panic as I whisper “it’s only a hug, it’s only a hug…you’ve never seen this person in your life, but it’s only a hug”…erk.
I can’t do elevators…well not if anyone else is in there, I’ll wait eons if I have to, for an elevator ALONE. I can NOT deal with people popping my personal space bubble.
Heaven help me if I ever get stuck in one of those things!