A WELL OILED MACHINE

This morning has been quite chaotic. I suppose that is normal, having a baby and all. What I noticed at TGH, as the shift was starting, is that everyone knew where to be, when to be there, and how to be there. Meaning that people flowed through busy hallway intersections like water. Even the lady at Starbucks knew what over half of the customers wanted before they even got close to the counter. I actually had to stop and let the traffic settle before I felt adequate to join the aquatic hallway journey. I just learned to stay close to the wall as a slow car on the interstate. It does make you think about "vain repitition". Have I become so fluid and possibly mindless anywhere in life? Do people feel like they need to move over because they are not fluid enough to keep up? Why do I think that it is their fault, instead of mine for not slowing down just a little... even now as I type this on my iPhone waiting for USF to fix things...