By the time there was enough room on the belt to put my stuff, there was already someone behind me, kind of wriggling her way up to the belt and craning her neck around me. I got the divider bar and put it at the end of the stuff, and the lady behind me sighs and says shortly, "thanks." I kind of look at her confused, realize what she means, and explain that I haven't even gone yet. "oh."
One would think this would inspire the woman to carry her ass to the back of the cart, bust out a Mademoiselle and wait her damn turn.
One would think. She stood there, staring at the belt, so close to me that if I turned around fast enough, I'd hit her with my hair. Eventually, I turned around and stared at her. She looked confused.
"You must be European," I said.
"European? No." pause "I don't know why you'd think that."
"Well, wherever you're from, in America it's considered rude to stand this close to another person. We tend to give each other more personal space."
She seemed confused, but I think she eventually got it, and took her place at the back of her cart.