Thursday, April 23, 2009
I remember that when I was waiting to board my flight in New York, the woman ahead of me turned to me and said, rather testily, "I AM in line!" I wasn't sure what she meant, so I just smiled and nodded. But then yesterday, while waiting in a check-out line, I noticed that the woman ahead of me was giving me anxious little glances over her shoulder. I realized that I haven't yet re-adjusted my notions of personal space. Americans like for people to keep more distance than do Cameroonians.