An interesting thing happened in shul this morning. Since there was yizkor, there were a lot of people who aren’t regulars.
My shul has nice little booklets with the kriahs for Pesach so we don’t have to go searching through the chumashim. I had my booklet sitting on the table in front of me, next to my key and my glasses. I had finished shemoneh esrei and was standing back waiting for kedushah to take my three steps forward when one of the women in the row in front of me turned around and took my kriah booklet.
I’m assuming she didn’t realize I was intending to use it, although I’m not sure what she thought I would use.
I didn’t say anything (even after it was permissible to talk), and I certainly forgave her, but it was weird.