So, small wonder things got restless with shifting from foot to foot and weary mutters.
We, however, seemed to be sandwiched between a mom with a teen pumping heavy metal screeches through her ear buds at decibels normally reserved for THX Theater Commercials, and one of the strangest women I've ever met.
She was a short, African American, woman with nails to make Freddy Kruger proud. She was a cheery, chatty woman, who took it upon herself to converse with us and several people behind us at once. She also had, however, several quirks:
- every line ended in the phrase "...in 3-D!"
- Jesus and heaven got more conversation time than her male companion (boyfriend/husband/brother/ etc), who wandered off to commandeer a chair to sit in while she waited in line
- she was prone to randomly sing a sentence or two as though she were in a church choir
- she liked to touch... a lot... she was lucky I am rather calm about it, because she patted my arm numerous times without permission.
I am, fortunately for this woman, quite laid back on this day. Religious jabber has a hair thin line of what I will put up with. To my surprise, she stayed on the safe side of it. She wasn't pushing her religion down my throat.
Her conversation was more of a "Jesus and Heaven open to those who take care of their mothers," in reference to me taking care of my own mom through her disability rather than a "have you found Jesus? if not, you're going to hell." mindset.
To which she laughed and spouted another, "In 3-D!" and patted my arm with enthusiasm and with a casualness that made me wonder how she had avoided learning that some people don't like to be touched like that.
I let it go without trouble because she was in a pleasant mood, and her strange quirks made the time pass a lot quicker than if we had stood, staring at the backs of each other's heads.
May all your customers be nice,