Personal Space

I am a huge fan of personal space. I don't like to be crowded.

I was in the grocery store the other day and there was this guy behind me with a little basket...You know the kind that you carry in your hand when you have just a few things to get? So there I was minding my own business and this guy gets into line behind me. And gets closer...and closer...and closer. At one point he might have been only about eight inches from my back. Gave me the creeps.

I turned around and glanced at him a couple times and took a few steps forward only to have him close the distance between us again. He kept his little basket to the side so the space that was between us was from body to body and not my back to his basket.

Talk about either a total lack of respect or a perv. I kept waiting for the "acidental" brush against my ass or back but thankfully it mever came. Just the willies while I waited for the clerck to work her way through a huge stack of cupons that the woman in front of me presented at check-out.

Personal space, folks.