The thing that drives me mad about California -- I suspect you'd be pulling out your Saturday Night Special (you're a New Yorker, you have one, I've read about these things) - is that nobody takes responsibility for their personal space. Nobody.
People stand and have conversations in the middle of the choke points of stores and cafeterias, in the precise middle, guaranteeing that you have to say "Excuse me" to get past. People walk in fours side-by-side. People stand in the middle of supermarket aisles looking at the shelf they want. People wear large bags and turn around suddenly. (Actually I've done that. Mea culpa.) ARGGGGH.
And then there are the people who pose and take pictures of their friends in front of famous objects, leaving at least fifteen feet between cameraman and cameravictim, guaranteeing that nobody else can walk past and then glaring at the people who walk through the camera frame. They do this in little tiny spaces like the Japanese Garden in Golden Gate Park, at the height of azalea season.
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Date: 2009-12-23 04:34 pm (UTC)People stand and have conversations in the middle of the choke points of stores and cafeterias, in the precise middle, guaranteeing that you have to say "Excuse me" to get past. People walk in fours side-by-side. People stand in the middle of supermarket aisles looking at the shelf they want. People wear large bags and turn around suddenly. (Actually I've done that. Mea culpa.) ARGGGGH.
And then there are the people who pose and take pictures of their friends in front of famous objects, leaving at least fifteen feet between cameraman and cameravictim, guaranteeing that nobody else can walk past and then glaring at the people who walk through the camera frame. They do this in little tiny spaces like the Japanese Garden in Golden Gate Park, at the height of azalea season.