Social SituationsOver the years I have become increasingly intrigued by social situations. These include awkward moments and the way different people act in different settings.
First of all today I saw a guy mowing his lawns with ear muffs on. The only problem was he was using a push hand mower.
I was told earlier today of a guy named Ben Crowl who had a fire at his house which lit because he was having a church home group. He used Little Lucifer firestarters to get the things started. Feeling incredibly unholy by using such an evil brand of product, he hid them away so that no one thought he was evil.
Moving on to those bizarre toilet moments. Have you ever arrived at the toilets at work or wherever and someone before you was obviously feeling relieved after eating something disgusting because it stinks? This in itself isn't bad, but when this person leaves and you are the only person in there, it reflects badly on you. Really it wasn't me you say with a goofy look on your face! Same goes with BO problems in small spaces. Really it isn't me, I shower and use a spray.
It is an unwritten rule for Kiwi males to never touch or look at someone when using the work toilets. If someone is standing at the two man urinal you go and use the normal toilets. I couldn't believe it when low and behold a strange guy who walks around with his pants up way to high came and pushed up next to me. Hello personal spaces!
Another sacry work story revolves around the light sensors which sqitch the light on when someone moves. I had the embarrassment of being that person that stays in the toilet too long and the light switches off. What do you? Wait for someone else to get the fright of their life when they walk in causing the light to turn on and you are left in the corner cubicle? Or make a dash to the centre of the room with your pants half down, waving your arms about to reset the sensor, and risk looking like a prized baboon? You are correct I did the second and luckily no one walked in.
Another social setting I love analysing are the buses and the routine which is involved. There are the usuals on my bus which I have become one of. The middle aged lady who must work at Farmers who is always chewing on gum with her pink lipstick on. These ladies gossip and chat away to Ken the driver like they are great mates. It is such a routine, everyone sits in the same seats day after day. When someone new comes along without knowing the hierarchy or price of the bus, they are glared at and shown towards the back, but they have to walk the gauntlet to get there. There is also a man with a claw hand who is sitting at the bus stop for ages each morning. The thing is he arrives before me and gets on a later bus to the same destination, which I discovered one day I was late. Why?
RuggersWhen are those referees going to get sick of the annoying Poms chatting their ears off during the game and stand up to them? Rather than listening to them and sending the opposition off?
FlatI have been putting off finding a flat for next year because I have got to that been there, done that mentality. If you know of somewhere I can live next year give me a yell. My current flatmates are going separate ways. I want somewhere close and don't mind whether it is with workers or students.