Somedays you just feel like doing this.
This is exactly how I felt the other day while waiting for my number to be called in a shop. The establishment was good enough to provide a waiting area for their customers.
I purposely picked out a seat that was beside a wall so that at least one side of me had a wall beside it and not a person. I am usually like this. If I don’t know you I don’t want you intruding on my personal space. If I don’t know you then I don’t want your skin brushing up against my skin unless we are playing basketball.
A few minutes pass and more people came streaming in. On my other side was enough space for maybe one more person. 3 women come into the store, chatting loudly in conyo-speak. They then proceed to fit themselves into the free space beside me.
I guess they had no concept of personal space. It was apparent that the space only had room for one more. But there was no stopping them. They sat down. They squeezed. They made complaints about the lack of room.
It took all my willpower not to shout at them there and then. A few more minutes pass and space opened up in the chairs in front of us. They would not budge. They wanted to sit together. They didn’t want to sit facing each other. And before I could move the space already had filled up.
Mercifully my number got called after 15 more minutes of this.
I wish people would learn to respect other people’s personal space.
