Do you know what you're telling me? and Why?

I Returned to my usual Laundry Spot this Morning. For the last Month or so I have been going to a closer spot to save time. After greeting one on the regulars and exchanging pleasantries, I went on with the business of getting my laundry done. I got everthing into the wash and went to a local 'Drunkin Donuts' for a small Black Hazelnut Coffee. I returned to the Laundry, sat down; and preceeded to drink my coffee and listen to music on my Iphone. Appearantly the local (an older woman in her 60's) decided to sit down next to me and strike up a conversation. She started by commenting on the two guys at the other end of the Laundry (approximately 150' away from us) holding a conversation loud enough to be heard on the next block, then she segued into her thoughts on the latest Tropical Disease Scare in America. After giving her thoughts on the comunicability of diseases such as Aids, Hepatitis and TB. She assured me that she had personal knowledge that these diseases could easily be spread without intimate contact. Before I could agree or disagree with her findings she began to regale me with tales of her youth, which included the story of how she took care of her ailing mother (who had a respiratory plroblem) for years; and how she herself was later diagnosed with having antibodies for the TB Virus. Upon hearing this news I repositioned myself in my chair to not directly face her, and made certain to keep my mouth shut while she spoke. It clearly wasn't apparent to her that I was now uncomfortable with her proximity, because she positioned herself closer and began to punctuate her points with pojected words and arm touching. I tried to reassure myself that unless she spat directly in my mouth all would be well, but her every comment was designed to prove to me that diseases such as the one that she claimed to have antibodies for was easily comunicable. My chest began to hurt; It was all Like some very Twisted and Evil Candid Camera episode. luckily my wash was done and her dryer had stopped. If I'm ever to return to this Laundry, I'll have to adjust my arrival time. People please Listen to what you say to others, and keep your eyes open to the subtle and not so subtle body Language of those around you

Share The Air, Spare My Ear.

While running errands, I made the improptu descision to have a quick bite at a Local Wendys Restaraunt. I rarely eat Franchised Fast food, despite the fact that this is the second post relaying my experience at them. Although the following activities can be and are occuring in just about every public place accross the Country, my encounter today was at Wendys. I chose to eat my Boneless Chipote Hot Wings in the store because there were only two of the twenty or so tables occupied. One by a 20 something Latina women with her 2 year old and an infant in a carriage; and one by two teenage Latina girls. Both seemed to have been there a while and seemed to be ready to depart at any moment. I brain-worked all of this because I know that I'm easily annoyed by loud abraisive people in public eviornments. I received my food and sat down just as the two teens were leaving (plan preceeding as scheduled). But as murphy would have it the young Mother stayed, and then she proceeded to pull out her cell phone (a major glitch in the plan). She spent the next 10 minutes unleashing a barrage of profanity, peppered with ghetto colloquialisms. She left the restaurant without missing a note. Just as I began to revel in the quiet, an employee on break sat down at a table nearby and began a long loud conversation on her cell phone. If you remember, I stated that there were some twenty odd tables at the establishment. Appearently, the one that I chose was in the center of a desired vortex. The employee seemed to have an endless break in which to carry on her endless conversation; but I was only a few bites away from freedom. Before I could take the last bite of my chipote, another Patron (black male 40ish)sat down at the next table, and positioned himself to face me directly. This angle obstructed his view of over 80 percent of the restaurant, but appearently the disired vortex was not only by physical proximity but also visual. When the last chipote was eaten, and the last ounce of Hi-C finished; I left the restaurant as if it was on fire. People if you must use your cell in public, please keep your sorted conversations clean, short and quiet; and follow the unwriiten Laws of personal space as dicated in America; not China. Business owners Please govern your unruly clients, before they become your only clients.