Why do some people think they can take up so much room especially if the area is crowded? They are taking up the room of 2 people. Why?
Do they feel they are Entitled?
Full confession, I am usually a very nice person but if I am not feeling well I can flip to full on ‘Bitch’ mode.
My dental hell continues and I had an abscess and needed an emergency extraction. My oral surgeon’s office is being remodeled and the waiting room had temporary chairs lined up when I entered. Yes there was a man spreader and a purse seat saver and a few other patients/people waiting.
I asked the purse saver if she was saving the chair and she told me she was looking through her purse trying to find her insurance card. Why this could not be done on her lap is a mystery but talking hurt so I moved on to the man spreader.
Keep in mind the side of my face was swollen and my bottom lip was swellingover my top lip. In other words, one glance at me and one would know this woman must be in pain. Evidently in the oral surgeon office, a swollen face has no waiting room creds!
I swear to God the man spreader looked at me like I was crazy when I asked him if he could move over so I could sit in the empty chair next to him. He looked at the other empty chair a chair away. Luckily my husband walked in at that time and sat down on that seat.
The man-spreader did pull in his legs at first. Was it because there was a man with me? 5 minutes into the wait and the man-spreader had spread again into my leg.
I temporarily lost it. I asked if he was a patient and he said he was waiting for his son. I told him since he was not in pain and not a patient he needed to pull his damn legs together and quit touching my leg! In my swollen state I sounded like Marlon Brando from the ‘Godfather’ so I am not sure how much he understood my words that were spoken rather loudly.
My husband, bless his heart, leaned forward and asked in the deepest voice I have ever heard him use, if I was all right. The man spreader got up and moved to the chair next to the purse seat saver who during my mumbled tirade was now hugging her purse to her chest.
Have you been inflicted to the mindlessness of the man-spreader or purse seat saver?