For instance, I got some takeaway for lunch yesterday. But I only actually managed to get it because a friend was with me and showed me where to order, and reassured me that they did actually do takeaway because I wasn't convinced. It didn't look like they did, and it didn't say anywhere that they did, but apparently they did and my (NT) friend just knew this somehow. Probably through the same telepathy they use to work out who's friendly and who's an axe murderer, and whether to veer left or right when there's a person coming towards them in a supermarket aisle.
|And this place has a display of potatoes in the doorway. What the hell is that about? How do I get in? Is that even a door? Is the door somewhere else? EXPLAIN YOURSELF, SHOP|
I used to think this was just because particular shops were badly designed or had inadequate signage. But I'm starting to realise that every single shop in the land can't have been laid out wrongly, so maybe it's me after all.
If it's a really obvious layout - your standard supermarket aisles-and-checkouts, or a corner shop with stuff on shelves and a counter at one end with the smokes behind it - I'm fine. But if things aren't totally self-explanatory, I get really badly ballsed up really easily.
For instance, I went to a shindig at an arts centre in town on the weekend. The whole purpose of the event was that you could go wandering through this ginormous three-storey sandstone warehouse affair and check out all the arts groups and assorted culture vultures who had studios there. But the minute I got through the front doors, I couldn't work out where to go. The path that seemed obvious to me led straight out the back door into the loading dock. Apparently all the interesting stuff was up the stairs, but to me the stairs looked like they just went to the staff loos. I climbed them (after my detour to the loading bay) expecting someone wearing complicated spectacles and a black roll-neck to appear and shout at me at any moment. I felt like I was intruding.
The more I think about it, the more I realise this is A Thing with me. There's a fruit and veg shop in Bundaberg that's apparently quite good, but I never went there because I thought it was some sort of wholesale industrial turn-out where you'd go to buy onions or potatoes in forty kilo sacks. Nothing about it said "open to the public". Not to me anyway. I've gone to the wrong counter or through the wrong door enough times to have developed a bit of a complex about it.
How does a person manage to be in their fourth decade on this planet and not know how shops work?
It's like the whole "can't read body language" thing doesn't just apply to people, but to stuff as well. I can't 'read' a building or a shop any more than I can 'read' a person.
But more to the point, what to do about it? It's lovely to have someone to tag along with, so I can take my cues from them, but I can't always have Friend with me.
Clear signage would be a massive help. For instance, at the arts shindig a sign pointing up the stairs saying "this way to the stuff you're here to see" would have saved me a trip to the loading bay. Signs saying "pay here" or "order at other counter" might not fit with the chic, stylish look a lot of places are going for these days, but they'd make those places much, much easier to navigate.