Judging judging

One of my biggest challenges with trying to be more mindful or zen, if you will, is not judging. And most of the time it is the people (or person) that I'm trying not to judge who makes it excruciatingly difficult not to judge them. Let me give you a recent and very appropriate example. I flew to Charlotte, NC last weekend to see some girlfriends. I hadn't traveled in a while and just being in an airport was pretty exciting. As I was waiting in the horrendously slow security line at ORD I realized we were in full gridlock because of one person. One person caused the entire line to shut down for 10 minutes. Allow me to elaborate. This chick, as I will call her, was attempting to bring home with her two vases filled with flowers. Fine. Take home your flowers, what do I care? Did I get flowers for Valentine's day? No, but I'm not angry about it or anything. So this chick decides to place her vases of flowers on the security screening conveyer belt, on their sides, filled with water. Are you getting what I'm saying? She didn't even use a bin, which would have been equally stupid, but at least it would have saved a little time and energy because, as you could predict, when she placed the full vases on their sides water went everywhere! What do you know? Gravity strikes again! What on earth did this moron think was going to happen? That's what I want to know. So with people like that roaming the same planet as myself, I find it very hard, extremely hard, not to judge.