Usually, you're not just getting one thing though, right? It almost would seem strange to have someone swiping away in front of you, pretending that it was taking up all their concentration, when a "How's it going? Anything else I can help you with?" could just as easily take place in that minute or so.

One thing that I *love* here is the reduction in road rage and horn blowing, though.

I swear our state gesture should be a shrug.

In a convenience store?

swipe gum
swipe batteries
ring up coffee

And we're done.

Have you gotten used to not being able to make a left turn?

Yeah, that whole situation is weird. I sort of... pretend that I don't notice it and sort of do what I need to do.

Is this Buffista conversation 44a?

Some like a little chat. Some think it gums up the works. I can be either one depending on the day, my schedule, and/or hormones. Or how creepy I find the cashier.

So, as I just posted on fb, it's been 10 years to the day since I left for Peace Corps. Damn, can't believe it's been that long. I should dig out my diary and a bottle of wine, eat some sunflower seeds, listen to Zdob si Zdub. I thought I was preparing for a life's work in international development, and kind of hoping to meet a life partner among my fellow volunteers. Those expectations, and many others I wasn't even conscious of, bit me right on the ass. Good times.

Happy life-changiversary, smonster.

During the interview today, about the March, I did the same sort of refection...wow...it sure didn't turn out like I expected going in...but it turned out as it should have.

Honestly, if you were to see video...or even photos...of me before that event, you would not be able to pick me out of a line up now. It was THAT changing.

I'll bet the same is true for you.

when a "How's it going? Anything else I can help you with?" could just as easily take place in that minute or so.

And what's the loss even if it does take a minute? A chance to have a kind interaction with another human? Maybe it's the only one they'll have all day.

Yeah, again, it's the stereotype that gets me.

(if not effusive)

Actually New Yorkers kept talking to me. Unprompted. I'm still not exactly okay with that. *

Here? I expect it.

There? Kinda freaky.

I won't tell him that you were the one who told us.

We'll never tell.

We have thunder. Weird.

eta: * Because of my expectations. I was told New Yorkers weren't chatty with strangers. So when people kept talking to me, weird.

Usually, you're not just getting one thing though, right? It almost would seem strange to have someone swiping away in front of you, pretending that it was taking up all their concentration, when a "How's it going? Anything else I can help you with?" could just as easily take place in that minute or so.

I think this might sort of fit in with what you were saying about the lack of physical space to be alone. Like, you (general you) kind of accept that your neighbors will hear whatever you're doing, and people in the next building will see in your window, but the line between public and private has to be drawn somewhere, and that somewhere is that someone you're interacting with in a public way (like a cashier) doesn't ask you about your private life (like what you're planning to cook with what you're buying.)