I do not butt into lines. Even though, because I have a disability, I'm often offered the chance to do so, I don't. I don't mind waiting my turn. I am, after all, comfortably seated. A couple days before we were to leave for the United Kingdom, I went to the bank to pick up some Pound Sterling bank notes. There was a long line up and I did what I do, I said to the fellow standing last in line, "I'm behind you, OK?" He nodded. Then when the next person who came in and entered the windy labyrinthine line up I said, "I'm in line up behind him and in front of you, I'm just waiting here because the pathway is simply to narrow for my chair." It's all very convivial and it suits me fine.
So I sat, off to the side and began to wait. Everyone in the line heard these conversations, and besides it's boring standing in line and this provides some bloody good entertainment. But then, something odd happened. Every single person for the next 6 turns, I know this to be 6 cause I counted, offered me the opportunity to go ahead. Every single person who offered was thanked for the offer and I said, "I'll wait my turn." Then lucky number sever, turned to me and smiled, she said, "I'm going to do you a favour and not offer you a chance to go on ahead." I laughed, she did too. And then it was solidified. No one else offered and I simply took my turn when it was my turn.
I've been thinking about this whole incident recently, particularly after a few days of intensive travel. Airports, airplanes, shuttle buses, and hotels. There are so many times when people are genuinely kind, and genuinely want to help out. There are so many times when people 'permission get' before they help. But there are also so many times when people seem to really want to offer help, no matter what I say and what I do. Think of those people in line, 5 of those people who offered me a turn to go first heard me say 'no' to the person ahead of them.
What is that dynamic?
Why did they offer?
I have my ideas, I'd like to hear yours.