Zero Situational Awareness

Your posts on this subject make no sense. I'm unsure if you're the "pot smokers" or the "well brought up church going women".

Classic one from early autumn.

I was legging it to collect one of the kids when a tiny fly went straight into my eye. Blinked without thinking and ended up mashing it under the eyelid. Not agony…. painful and couldn’t see out of the eye at all.

Straight into the chemist for an eyewash. There was one oul fella ahead of me at the counter. Once he was finished, instead of stepping out of the way like any normal person, he turned around and just stood there, planted, even though there was loads of space either side. I didn’t clock it at first, head down, rubbing the eye, half blind and fairly rattled. Then I hear the pharmacist say, “Can you let him through there, I think he’s in a bit of pain.”

I looked up and, through the one good eye, there he was, grim faced boomer, glaring at me like I'd put a barrier between him and his wallet. No drama. Once I realised what was going on I just went around the petty gobshite and up to the counter.

Pharmacist was sound, checked the eye, sorted me out with the wash and explained what to do. As I was leaving she told me your man had marched out the door muttering away to himself and shaking his head, raging that the world hadn’t revolved around him for thirty seconds.