Kultur 7

For this Kultur post, I've decided to focus on the article "What Discipline?: Of German Lines and Pythons."  I, like my many German ancestors, cannot stand to wait in line.  And while in Germany this past summer, I didn't seem to have any problems with lines--that's the one benefit on doing an organized tour, your tour guide makes it so that you almost never have to wait in a ghastly queue--but one occasion did come to mind towards the end of the article.  While in Köln, I decided to go on a search for some of the latest German trends.  I finally found a store and some cool clothes to try on, but all of the dressing rooms were full.  Now, side note, as a swimmer, I am a professional at doing public quick changes.  So I decided to start doing that, because, like my German ancestors, I am very impatient.  I almost didn't notice other people filing in, also waiting for the next open dressing room.  What happened next took place over about five seconds.  I was doing one of my signature quick changes into a dress.  I had the skirt part of the dress on over my shorts when one of the dressing room curtains opened up.  Then, we locked eyes.  A girl about my age was also waiting for that same room.  She was closer in proximity, but I was a python, ready to strike.  In one fluid movement, I scooped up everything from where I was standing, which included my purse, shoes, and shopping bags, and long jumped my way into the open dressing room.  That other girl didn't stand a chance.

Oddly enough, I'm super proud of this moment, and I have a feeling my German ancestors would be proud too.