I am going to let you into a little secret. I suffer from a ‘spatial awareness problem’. I am terrible at reversing a car; I find reading a map frightening and have to turn it upside down to see where I am going! The other day I was doing a memory test on my computer. I was flying through the test and was terribly pleased with myself, until up came some shapes in 3D and I had to place them in the same order while flat. I was completely flummoxed. I quickly switched off my computer and ran away. I didn’t even try.
Spatial awareness is being aware of things in the space around us. It also deals with the awareness of our body’s position in space. I can't be that bad because I can kick and dribble a football and am good at sport, which a lot of spatial awareness freaks are not, but I sometimes get muddled up with my left and right.
I thought of this when I backed into a Greek gentleman's car while parking the other day. I got out to see if there was any damage but there was nothing. The Greek man got out and I said, politely, I was extremely sorry and if there was any damage could he just give me his name and address and I would get it fixed. This happened in a busy street and a woman and her friend standing at the bus stop, decided to get involved.
The Greek man said. “No, No, You just give me the money in cash”
The woman with a fag in her mouth shot forward into the street, put her arm around me, and said “Fuck off, don’t give him a penny darlin”.
Her friend piped up, “What she said.”
Mr. Greek looked at me again and in a soft voice said, “Its not much, you give me the money and I fix it”.
“No, you bloody wont,” said my lady friend. “There aint nothing wrong with your frigging car, you old poofter”. He had his wife sitting in the car.
I looked from one to the other with a tiny scrap of paper in my hand, ready to get his details and my new lady friend puffed smoke into my face and said.
“Come with me, darlin, just walk away from him.”
“But I was just going to get . . . ," I tried, but she pulled me to the bus stop and she and her friend told me what they wanted to do to the Greek man. It wasn’t pretty.
He had, by this time, got into his car and driven off with my new 'friends' yelling at him and giving him the finger.
I was not quite sure what to do. I did not want to walk away in case I hurt my new friends. I thanked them profusely for helping me and she gave me a huge hug, her bony body pressed against mine smelling of stale smoke.
‘Anytime, darlin'. Good to be of some help,” she said,
I left puzzled, not about my spatial awareness issues, but was I the sort of person who looked so completely helpless that I needed assistance from the first person that came along? I couldn’t believe how quickly these women took over from me, leaving me no time to come to terms with Mr Greek man. In my world you talk the issue through and come to some sort of agreement. Yelling and being aggressive did chase the poor man away but I could have got the same result but it would have taken much longer!