How the fuck hard is it to pay the fuck attention to the people who are near you when you're out in public? It seems that too many people are merely concerned with their own fucking well being and their own fucking needs and wants to even give a shit that their self absorbed assholery is making other people uncomfortable or inconvenienced.
Case in point. Or should that be FUCKING case in FUCKING point:
I made a Jamba run this morning for myself, Turk and Carla. In line in front of me at the Jamba was this man who would not allow for there to be less that six feet between himself and the person in front of him in line. Now, the lobby of the Jamba isn't more than 10 feet from the counter to the door (12 on an expansive day), which meant that most of the line was trailing out the door, outside, where people were standing in the sunshine. Not that standing in the sunshine is BAD, mind you, but when you're steps away from blissful airconditioning...
I don't know about everyone else, but when I'm out and about, I'm constantly (sometimes painfully) aware of everyone around me. Where they are, what they're doing, and where they're headed. I do my best to keep on my own course while making adjustments so that I don't interfere with theirs unnecessarily. It's not hard. It's just a matter of opening up your fucking eyes, and taking a look at something other than your own fucking bellybutton lint once in a while. But I guess that's why I'm awesome and they all suck.