Thursday, July 29, 2010
As I write this I am sitting on an airlane as they replace a broken hand rail. The care that Air Trans is taking to correct this problem is very reassuring to me. If they are this careful with a hand rail I would like to think that they are even more care with the 2 million other parts that actually make the airplane fly.
The delay could be much worse since I am sitting here with eight other members of the fabulous Heart of Dixie Capter of RWA. We are heading to our national conference in Orlando, Florida. Oh, the fun we will have!!
I had already planned to write this blog about personal space and let me tell you that airplane seats give an entirely new meaning to "personal bubble." This past weekend Dr. Good Sense and I had a long conversation about personal space. She has a pretty large personal bubble-I think this has to to with the fact that she is an only child. Dr. Good Sense was recently in a situation where someone was invading her personal space. When she told me about it she said, "He just kept rubbing on me and touching my back." She was quite out of sorts because her bubble had been violated. This got me to thinking about about the "bubbles" of all the people that I know. My friend at Writing Playground, Smarty Pants, has a LARGE bubble and I felt sooooo honored when she gave me a hug one day because it meant she was really comfortable with me. I on the other hand am a much more hands on sort of gal. I am a toucher, a patter and a hugger. Most people fall somewhere between these two extremes.
How large is your personal bubble?