Standing Room Only

I am in the way no matter where I am or what I do. I am in the way standing in the kitchen, waiting at Starbuck’s for my coconut milk latte, grocery shopping with or without a cart, passing a dog walker on the sidewalk, even driving. I am in the way everywhere I go. As undergraduates say, literally.

Now, I like to think of myself as philosophical or the kind of guy who stares at the floor and asks for more time to think things over. What I am actually thinking about is how uninterested I am in what you have to say, but that’s another story. My point is that looking at the situation philosophically, I have come up with several explanations for my being squeezed. Again, literally.

First, there are more people in the world. I am old enough to recall a time when there were half as many human beings on the planet as there are today, which was brought home to me just yesterday. I bought Irish whiskey at the grocery store, the clerk asked for my birth date, and when I answered I thought I detected a pause among the people standing behind me. As if that weren’t enough to draw everyone’s attention, the clerk then unceremoniously dropped the bottle of whiskey on her foot and let out a howl.

Second, there isn’t as much room as there used to be. This differs from the population explanation, since it has to do with design rather than the number of people per square foot. Are architects and interior designers narrowing our spaces even as we grow in girth? You don’t have to see conspiracies everywhere to smell something rotten in the state of Denmark. Just look at airplane aisles and seats. Is space getting smaller by design?

Third, it’s not you, it’s me. Let me give an example. As I stand there, waiting for the waitress to clear the table from the previous diners, I move from one side to the other, trying to give her room to maneuver. When that doesn’t work, I offer to help bus the table. As I do, a family creeps up from behind. I have to clear space for them and their stroller as well as allow the waitress to pass. But by then a busboy has come to her aid and a bottleneck has formed over a three-table area of the restaurant.

All right, it could be me. I used to fumble around the kitchen after dinner to get out of washing and drying dishes. I began the ploy in junior high school and continue it today. It is an old trick, but it works like magic. Still, I don’t think that’s what’s going on right now. It is me, but it’s not just me. You can find the space problem everywhere. We are crowding each other in just about every way imaginable. I have a feeling the presidential election will turn out to be the culmination of getting in each other’s way. I’m not exactly going out on a limb by saying that.

So, what’s going on? We’re living in tighter spaces these days, which is troubling. If we’re not careful, urban planners will have us living in cardboard boxes and riding collapsable bicycles to work. And they call that progress. Consider the predictions for urban growth by 2030, when most of the planet will be living in or near a megalopolis, or, as comedian Ross Bennett puts it, on the edge of a Walmart (see Ross Bennett, Addicted to Comedy).

As for my problem, I haven’t ruled out the possibility that being perpetually in the way is due to my invisibility (see Ye Olde Cheese Shop). After all, when people don’t see you, they step on you. Actually, when they do see you they step on you. This week alone someone backed into me and stood on my shoes. Another person failed to recognize me standing six inches from his elbow. I stood there waiting for him to finish a conversation so I could introduce myself. Finally, I just walked away. It’s a good thing I’m not sensitive. At least I’ve been told that. Of course, I’ve been told that by the same people who back into me. I blame the coronavirus. It’s all the rage right now.

Image credits: Feature by Pixabay. Bus by Manki Kim on Unsplash. Subway by Victor Rodriguez on Unsplash. For more, go to Robert Brancatelli. The Brancatelli Blog is a member of The Free Media Alliance, which promotes “alternatives to software, culture, and hardware monopolies.”


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  2. So you’re the guy ordering the coconut milk latte, while I wait in line for my plain old regular coffee. I thought so!



  3. Aye, Robert! What a week! All of the above… Also, a whole lot of talking; over, under, and loud. A whole lot of television channels, a whole lot of opinions, a lot of things. The Chinese philosophers counseled that we become intimate with “the 10,000 things.” Sometimes, I feel that I am a bit more intimate with the 10,000 things than I’d like to be, even living in a remote, rural town. But…I just ordered Dominos Pizza-it was simple and quick-that’s enough for me tonight:)

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