I am catching up on blogs this weekend, for the first time in two weeks. And I laughed at this. Now, mind you, this problem is prevalent at airports, indeed. However, people who know me know this is one thing that makes me misanthropically inclined. I call it the spatial awareness problem (SAP).

This problem plagues society. It is everywhere. On the road, in airports, and mostly, in the malls/retail stores. Target and Wal-Mart seem to induce a special kind of spatial awareness disorder. People shuffling aimlessly about, not knowing where they are, not caring where they are, and clueless as to their immediate surroundings. Oftentimes, they are mesmerized by some electronic device like a cell phone. A thirty-something adult walking down the main aisle of a Target store at busy hour and taking up everyone else's space, while looking down and poking at his cell phone in amusement, is a hapless retard, to put it lightly.

My favorite place for the Spatial Awareness Problem is in the malls. Here, that problem is combined with The Attitude Problem. The attitude is "you move, not me," and that issue, combined with the inability to understand space and motion, presents other problems. Thus we get the "side-by-side" problem. Groups of three or more (what kind of idiots shop in groups, anyways?) walk aside one another, not moving for a damn thing. They'll purposely avoid eye contact with you and look past you as their group of four or five takes up 90% of the aisle space. The taking of such space is purposeful, and in fact, it is a dare. In such an occasion, I have a beautiful way of pulling out my surprise shoulder check and slamming the oncoming, arrogant asshole hard and quick - enough to shock the bejesus out of 'em. I don't care if they are man or woman - if I detect the aggressive behavior of a would-be bully who wants to make heck with me, I will defend my space and person. Young, bitch females are famous for pulling this stunt, thinking that some little woman like me is just gonna move on over and bow to their slutty honor as they ramble on by. The last time a group of horror-show, twenty-something bitches tried this with me (there were five of them), I nearly knocked the wind out of some skinny twit in the middle of the pack who played her attitude game with me. They gave me that "f___ you" look as they came walking toward me, five prissy, arrogant girls all lined up. I slowed down, giving them a chance and hoping this wasn't one of those moments, but it was. So I did my usual: I bolstered my posture, squared up my left shoulder, and when none of them would part so I could continue on my path on the right side of the aisle, I hit her good and hard with a square shoulder. Oops. She gasped for air and bent over. I turned and smiled and kept walking. I've got incredible upper body strength, especially the back, chest, and shoulders, and I hoist a'lotta weight with those parts. It pays to take care of yourself because bullies are all around us. Maybe the ditz learned a little something about respecting others.

The hyper-aggressiveness of people nowadays is shocking at times. It seems that people get dumb and dumber, and they only thing they got going is trying to intimidate those around them. That's their amusement. They got little else to pass the time. Walk the mall, bully people. My brother does this same thing with the nasty buggers, and we chat about all those people who allow themselves to be intimidated and bullied by a bunch of losers. My sister-in-law gets a bit angry that he stands up to it like I do. Anti-bullies run in the family. My Dad always did say that people with too much time on their hands were likely to be a menace to everyone else.

As for those morons at the airport who don't heed the large "Walk Left, Stand Right" hints plastered on each moving walkway, they deserve to have Bob Probert come out of retirement just for the purpose of cross-checking them over the railing.

As to Beck's other comments, damn, I cannot believe how many times I help some older (or heavy) woman get her bags up in the overhead compartment while men just sit there with a big "duh." I mean men will just sit there and watch a weak, little woman struggle to get her bag up.

So the last time a traveled, I am standing there, in a large crowd, waiting for the agent to board my flight. A woman several feet ahead of me has bags and a stroller on one side of her, and a baby over her right shoulder. The baby blanket falls off her left shoulder onto the floor. She turns, tries to bend down and pick it up. She can't make it, and tries it a coupl'a more times. I slithered through about a half-dozen men to get up there and pick up her blanket for her, as they all stood around like idiots, watching her. I cannot rationalize this sort of behavior.

There - that is my misanthropic rumbling of the day.