Here we sit. I just got done with work and helping people who were mean and I come in here to have just a second of peace and quiet. But no. I come in and you stagger right behind me and I find a place to that is all by it's little self. YET, somehow you don't get it. You come right next to me.
I don't know what it is about me that makes you want to be constantly next to me. Tapping your small, but loud feet and humming a giddy tune. I must say if there wasn't a wall here you'd probably want to sit on my lap by the way your feet are nearing the line between our stalls. I wonder to myself and think , "wow, who taught you what space is?".
As I come out of the stall I go to the place where I was sure you really COULDN'T come and splash your dirty water all over me. You come grinning like a goat and try to squeeze in next to me by bumping against my large bag like a mini race car running up against a wall. I ignore you and hope you realize your mistake.
As I leave I realize that this is not the first time it has happened to someone. I have run into you many times. I've known you to enjoy me and want to tickle my back while we are in line because you are just need to get going. I have seen you going down the wrong way on a staircase because you want to be like our fellowmen of the U.K..
So in conclusion, I want to let you know to give me some space. I know it may be hard but I think cutting it cold turkey will do both you and I a big favor.
From, Me.
