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  • The Unspoken Rules of the Public Restroom (and the People Who Break Them)

    The Unspoken Rules of the Public Restroom (and the People Who Break Them)




    The Unspoken Rules of the Public Restroom (and the People Who Break Them)


    A Symphony of Awkwardness in Public Restrooms

    The other day, I found myself trapped in one of those airtight, single-occupancy public restrooms. You know the kind – the ones where the walls sweat and the air is thick with the ghosts of hand soap past. I was minding my own business, you know, when suddenly, a sound pierced the delicate silence. It was a symphony of awkward throat clearings and muffled grunts, originating from the stall next door. The culprit was attempting to engage in what can only be described as a full-blown conversation…on speakerphone.

    Look, I get it. We all have our bathroom habits, but some things should remain sacred, shrouded in the mystery of porcelain and flickering fluorescent lights. So, in the name of all that is holy and hygienic, let us delve into the unspoken rules of the public restroom, and the people who seem determined to shatter them.

    Public Restroom Etiquette: The Phone Zone is a No-Go Zone

    Let’s address the elephant in the room, or rather, the ringing phone in the next stall. Public restrooms are not your personal phone booth. No one, and I mean NO ONE, needs a play-by-play of your Aunt Mildred’s bunion surgery while they’re trying to…well, you get the picture.

    And while we’re on the topic of phones, let’s talk about speakerphone etiquette. Spoiler alert: there is none. Unless you’re a surgeon directing a life-saving procedure via FaceTime (and even then, questionable), keep your conversations private. We don’t need to know about your Tinder date or your latest stock options.

  • The Unspoken Rules of Standing in Line (And Why I Break Them All)

    The Unspoken Rules of Standing in Line (And Why I Break Them All)

    Okay, okay, I’ll admit, sometimes it backfires. Like the time I got stuck behind someone with “10 items” that turned out to be 10 different varieties of organic, locally sourced apples that each needed to be weighed individually. But hey, you win some, you lose some, right?

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    Me? I’m a force field fluctuator. I misjudge, I overstep, I practically trip over imaginary boundaries. It’s a gift, really.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    We all know the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Well, the first rule of standing in line is you maintain the invisible force field, also known as personal space. This force field, however, seems to have a variable setting.

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    The Invisible Force Field (aka Personal Space)

    We all know the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Well, the first rule of standing in line is you maintain the invisible force field, also known as personal space. This force field, however, seems to have a variable setting.

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    The woman behind me shifted uncomfortably. The man in front of me kept glancing back, his eyebrows doing a synchronized dance of concern. It was then I realized: I am a monster. A line-standing monster who doesn’t know the sacred rules.

    The Invisible Force Field (aka Personal Space)

    We all know the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Well, the first rule of standing in line is you maintain the invisible force field, also known as personal space. This force field, however, seems to have a variable setting.

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    It wasn’t that I cut in line (this time). It wasn’t that I was loudly narrating the latest episode of my favorite true-crime podcast (okay, maybe it was a little bit of that). It was the way I was standing. Apparently, my casual lean, the one where I momentarily rest my weight on one leg, sending the other on a mini-vacation, was causing a ripple effect of unspoken line-standing disapproval.

    The woman behind me shifted uncomfortably. The man in front of me kept glancing back, his eyebrows doing a synchronized dance of concern. It was then I realized: I am a monster. A line-standing monster who doesn’t know the sacred rules.

    The Invisible Force Field (aka Personal Space)

    We all know the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Well, the first rule of standing in line is you maintain the invisible force field, also known as personal space. This force field, however, seems to have a variable setting.

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    Let me paint you a picture: a crowded coffee shop, the smell of freshly roasted beans heavy in the air, and me, a woman on a mission for caffeine, utterly failing at the seemingly simple task of standing in line.

    It wasn’t that I cut in line (this time). It wasn’t that I was loudly narrating the latest episode of my favorite true-crime podcast (okay, maybe it was a little bit of that). It was the way I was standing. Apparently, my casual lean, the one where I momentarily rest my weight on one leg, sending the other on a mini-vacation, was causing a ripple effect of unspoken line-standing disapproval.

    The woman behind me shifted uncomfortably. The man in front of me kept glancing back, his eyebrows doing a synchronized dance of concern. It was then I realized: I am a monster. A line-standing monster who doesn’t know the sacred rules.

    The Invisible Force Field (aka Personal Space)

    We all know the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Well, the first rule of standing in line is you maintain the invisible force field, also known as personal space. This force field, however, seems to have a variable setting.

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    The Unspoken Rules of Standing in Line (And Why I Break Them All)

    Let me paint you a picture: a crowded coffee shop, the smell of freshly roasted beans heavy in the air, and me, a woman on a mission for caffeine, utterly failing at the seemingly simple task of standing in line.

    It wasn’t that I cut in line (this time). It wasn’t that I was loudly narrating the latest episode of my favorite true-crime podcast (okay, maybe it was a little bit of that). It was the way I was standing. Apparently, my casual lean, the one where I momentarily rest my weight on one leg, sending the other on a mini-vacation, was causing a ripple effect of unspoken line-standing disapproval.

    The woman behind me shifted uncomfortably. The man in front of me kept glancing back, his eyebrows doing a synchronized dance of concern. It was then I realized: I am a monster. A line-standing monster who doesn’t know the sacred rules.

    The Invisible Force Field (aka Personal Space)

    We all know the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Well, the first rule of standing in line is you maintain the invisible force field, also known as personal space. This force field, however, seems to have a variable setting.

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!

    The Unspoken Rules of Standing in Line (And Why I Break Them All)

    Let me paint you a picture: a crowded coffee shop, the smell of freshly roasted beans heavy in the air, and me, a woman on a mission for caffeine, utterly failing at the seemingly simple task of standing in line.

    It wasn’t that I cut in line (this time). It wasn’t that I was loudly narrating the latest episode of my favorite true-crime podcast (okay, maybe it was a little bit of that). It was the way I was standing. Apparently, my casual lean, the one where I momentarily rest my weight on one leg, sending the other on a mini-vacation, was causing a ripple effect of unspoken line-standing disapproval.

    The woman behind me shifted uncomfortably. The man in front of me kept glancing back, his eyebrows doing a synchronized dance of concern. It was then I realized: I am a monster. A line-standing monster who doesn’t know the sacred rules.

    The Invisible Force Field (aka Personal Space)

    We all know the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Well, the first rule of standing in line is you maintain the invisible force field, also known as personal space. This force field, however, seems to have a variable setting.

    Are you in a bustling airport security line? Prepare to practically spoon the stranger in front of you. Are you at the post office, where the average wait time could rival the lifespan of a small rodent? The invisible force field expands to encompass practically the entire building.

    A comical illustration of people standing in line with exaggerated personal space bubbles around them, some tiny and others huge.

    The Art of the Line Cut: Stealth vs. Bull in a China Shop

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it happen. The stealthy line-cutter, seamlessly weaving themselves into the queue like they’ve always belonged. Then there’s the bull in a china shop approach, where someone just barrels their way in, oblivious (or perhaps, terrifyingly, not) to the death stares they’re receiving.

    I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to lines. If I see someone who’s clearly next but looks like they’re about to melt into the floor from social anxiety, I might just “accidentally” nudge them forward, muttering something about how I think it’s their turn. Is it right? Probably not. Is it satisfying to watch someone conquer their fear of asking “Excuse me, I think I’m next”? Absolutely.

    The Great Checkout Line Debate: One Item or Bust?

    Ah, the express lane. The land of “10 items or less,” where “less” is a fluid concept open to interpretation (and wishful thinking). I’m that person who will shamelessly rock up to the express lane with twelve items. Why? Because sometimes, a girl’s gotta live a little.

    So, Tell Me, Are You a Line-Saint or a Line-Sinner?

    Let’s face it, standing in line is a universal experience. It’s a microcosm of society, a test of patience, and sometimes, a comedy of errors. So tell me, dear reader, what kind of line-stander are you? Are you a stickler for the rules, or do you, like me, embrace the chaos? Share your most hilarious line-standing stories in the comments below!