Personal space. Notice the two green
bubbles don’t overlap.
Last night I went to Panda Express to get some delicious food. I got there and realized I had about 2 minutes before closing time. This wasn’t a problem for anybody, as a fresh batch of orange chicken had just been sent up from the back. The problem came when a guy got in line behind me and stood so damn close to me that I could hear this dude make that annoying breathing sound that sounds like a faint whistle (you know, the kind that fat people make.) I don’t get it– why does this guy need to stand so close to me? Immediately irritated, I shifted my weight from foot to foot to try to move over a little in his direction to get him to move away, but he did the same thing and actually got closer! So, I took a step toward the lady in front of me, making the comfortable 3 foot distance I had an uncomfortable two and a half feet. And this fat bastard behind me took about a ten inch step for my six inches. Honestly, the restaurant is closed, nobody is behind this guy, and he feels the need to make sure his sweaty pot belly remains in contact with my left elbow at all times. I even tried the old check the phone trick and stuck out my elbow a little to try to make him get the hint to back away, and it didn’t work. Eventually I was helped and got the hell out of there before I was swallowed up whole by that dude’s fat rolls.
Personal Space Violation.
WTF? Just BACK OFF a bit!
I’m concerned because this happens a lot. Where’s the personal space? Everybody is so jam-packed sardines these days it’s ridiculous. You’ll be in an elevator and people feel the need to squeeze in so close that you couldn’t even scratch your own ass if you wanted to. You’ll be in the theater and strangers come and sit right next to you even though there’s about 150 open seats anywhere you look. Same thing in the food court: do you really need to sit at the little two person table RIGHT NEXT to me? I mean shit, I feel like I gotta put my plate inside my curled up arm so these people don’t reach over and try to steal a bite. But this whole waiting in line thing is what gets me the most. Just stay away! The line won’t move any faster if you’re crawling up my ass; in fact it’ll move slower because I have to take small waddling steps because you ARE up my ass! Even in my apartment building there’s people that can’t wait to get into the elevator until everyone is out. My neighbor does that all the time, and last night when getting home from Panda’s I actually rammed him with my upper arm/elbow on my way by because I had had enough with people already for the night. Next time I’m either goona just block him out or run into him so hard he has to back up, so the doors will close and he’ll miss the elevator. I hate that guy.
I should have slapped the face.
This is soooo true!