In Michigan, we have a 10¢ deposit on cans and bottles. They’re refunded by feeding empties into a machine that counts them up. But there are never enough machines, so a line forms. And right now I’m watching 7 dopes inspect each container individually before feeding it into the machine.
What is with people and doors?!
The final thing that almost always occurs as I am leaving is (again usually older, but definitely not exclusively) is that someone will stop dead ass in the middle of the sliding door and start fishing out their keys/sunglasses/whatever leading to me almost running them over.
It’s enraging. I am six foot tall, built like a fuckin linebacker, and have been since I was like 15. I have spent my entire adult life being highly aware of the space I occupy so I don’t encroach or inhibit others needlessly and yet I could apparently just stop caring (I would have to be dead and buried and perhaps then my brain would stop caring).