Ok, so this has nothing to do with cookies in any way. I just really need to get it off my chest. While at the Apple store today to get my iPhone fixed, I was so disturbed by some of the behavior I saw, and that was forced on me. I'd just like to make some comments about respecting personal space.
- If I can read the email you're writing on your iPhone, you're probably standing way too close to me. After all, we don't know each other, and I honestly don't care to read what you have to write to your friends.
- If I can tell exactly which restaurant you picked from the food court for lunch, again, you're probably standing way too close. It's really not pleasant to have to smell your breath. Slide to the left a little.
- I really don't need to hear your personal story just because you chose the stool next to the one I was sitting on. I'm here to get my phone fixed, not to find friends. I can make small talk with the best of them, but please, don't pour your heart out to me. I can't fix your life in this span of time, even if we do have an hour wait.
- When your ponytail swipes my face when you shake your head, feel free to take a few steps forward. It's a large store, there's plenty of room for all of us without having to sit on top of each other.
- Because I don't know your wife, the best I can do is a guess at what she would like for Christmas. And because you choose to ask a complete stranger what to buy your wife, I am going to tell you an iPad. Because of your ignorance, you deserve to have to get her a good gift. However, I do give you credit for thinking about Christmas in September. That still gives you a couple months to get to know your wife.
- No, for the sixth time, I don't know how long you've been waiting. I'm just keeping an eye on my own time
- And no, I really don't think the employees are secretly taking pictures of us while we're waiting. I like to think they have better things to do with their time. Such as fixing my phone.
If you're still with me, I did get my phone fixed, and they didn't even charge me. Yippee!! Maybe that's because I paid my dues while waiting, who knows. I felt like I should give some hugs and exchange phone numbers on the way out, but I resisted. After all, I wanted to respect people's personal space.