Personal space. Take a moment. Think about what it means to you and how it feels. It’s nice right? It’s nice to be able to turn around in the aisle of a store and not worry that you are going to accidentally cop a feel, touch a cut, or contract Swine Flu.
I really like not being trapped by strangers. Lately, it feels like everywhere I go, I get trapped. Kids are huge culprits and I blame their parents for not teaching them to back the fuck off of people. You know what? I WAS HERE FIRST. You wait your turn Snotty1 and Snotty2. And why is it that people feel the need to drag all of their children with them on excursions? I’m not talking about your ordinary grocery store or Target where it might make sense, I’m talking about places like Lowe’s. Why the fuck would a kid want to go to Lowe’s? Maybe I’m overly sensitive, but I find it irritating when I have to give kids a dirty look. ME. AND I’M NICE.
Please also note, Snotty1 and Snotty2 aren’t just 2-7 year olds- we’re talking kids who are way old enough to know limits and have some manners. You know what? If you know exactly what you want or it’s imperative that you be right up on me, at least say “excuse me.”At least let me know you have some cognition of the fact that you are trespassing on my most sacred personal space.
Aaaaahahahahahaaaaa!!! I LOVE IT!! Who the fuck indeed.