Center of the Worldism

Drives me nuts. people stopping at the top of an escalator, in a group trying to decide where to go next. THERE ARE PEOPLE COMING UP THE ESCALATOR RIGHT BEHIND YOU IDIOTS!!
People driving 55 in the fast lane. A 65 MPH road. Move the hell over!!
People pulling into intersection blocking it so when I get the green turn arrow, it's either sit and stew or smash their car to pieces.
People having hallway conversations right outside my cubicle. I AM TRYING TO WORK HERE!!!
People seeing a free right lane so they dive into it. OH no! It's a right turn only lane! So they sit there blocking traffic with their left turn signal on waiting for some kind (stupid) person to let them back into the correct lane that happens to be backed up three lights mostly from such stupidity.
People with 37 items and a check in the 15 item FAST lane at the supermarket. Those signs are for someone else and besides, 37 is close to 15.
People at the luggage carousel all crowded up against the conveyor. Ummm 1.) no one can get their bag without knocking you on your ass. and 2.) You bag gets there no faster if you stand right up in the way of everyone else. The corollary is you bag gets there no slower if you step back a pace and watch the bags as they come down the line.

The best story is when my friend Scott and I were flying back from Germany. We managed to get center section seats (late in the year, booked flights) me on the end and Scott in the middle of a 5 person row. There was a woman siting in the seat between us. Eh? So Scott comes in from the far isle and I come in next to my isle seat. As I open the  overhead storage bin, the woman looks up and says that bin is full. Ya... full of her stuff. With a nice hat sitting next to her carry on. I explain very politely that the storage bin was for all of us. She gets all huffy until I tell her I will call the flight attendant. I can fit my stuff in next to hers. She says curtly, "Don't squash  my hat." Well I hadn't thought of it until then. As I put everything in, I put her hat at the very top of things and closed the bin.  When we landed 11 hours later I opened the bin, as I pulled out her hat, I took my other hand and popped that hat back into shape. She didn't see it and was most grateful for my concern. Scott almost busted a gut.

I think this post will be updated as I remember the rest of the Center of the  Worldisms and discover more. Feel free to add your own.