I'm getting into what is hopefully the last week of my more than a month and a half business trip to San Diego. My weekend has been undemanding, giving me time to read and relax. It got me to thinking about one of the weirdest things I've noticed about San Diego.
Cats here are crazy about the little dividers between groceries in the checkout isle. You know the ones I'm talking about—the long, thin plastic bars that divide your groceries from the next person's on the checkout conveyor belt. Everyone here, without exception, has insisted on using these dividers. Generally, where I live, people are relatively confident that the cashiers can figure it out and only resort to using the dividers when the grocery lines are long and cramped. But not here. You can be one of the only two customers in line with a small handful of groceries and the person behind you and in front of you will both still insist on setting one of these plastic dividers down. It's god damn creepy.
I really don't think the cashiers are exceptionally stupid here, so I chalk it up to how cramped San Diegans are. People here are so used to being smashed up against the person that it makes them paranoid about having to ask the cashier remove an item from their ticket that belonged to the person behind them. Weird.
Anyway... The best part about San Diego? Are you worthy?