It's so dry here that the humidity is very low...16 C and 25% relative humidity...and the static electricity is very high. I brush past something metallic and I get zapped; I go to open a window or door, I get zapped...even other people zap me. Take Friday night, f'instance.
Jane and I went to a linen evening...you know, something like a Tupperware party, only it's towels, sheets, pillows, etc. (Actually we went for the wine and nibbles...smirk.) Jacqui our front neighbour was hosting it and as it was a cold evening, she had the fire going...lovely. Jane and I sat at the back...at the bar. We were the "gallery" and announced that we could heckle as well if they wanted.
Anyway, the lady selling her stuff did her thing and handed various articles around for us to touch, sense, smell or taste (!) if we wanted to, then when that was all finished we were able to roam around and look for ourselves. Jane had picked something up...I can't remember what...and passed it to me to have a look. There was a zap and I leapt back as the electricity between us was pretty palpable. Everyone heard it and couldn't believe Jane was such a live wire. I backed off and kept well away from her after that.
Question: Is that what is meant when it's said that the air was electric between two people? I hope not. I love Jane very much...but not that way, she's not really my type.