Personal Space
 

So Im in Dunkin Donuts getting my medium hot/half and half. One person ahead of me at the counter. Chick comes in behind me and stands like one inch from me, right on my arse. She looked like pizza face George Washington. Not only that, now she starts exaggeratedly craning her neck to look past me as if Im in the way, making little impatient type noises with her wooden toofed maw. I move up, George moves up.
I had been in a good mood because I remembered to bring a nickel so I wouldnt get 95 fargin cents change AGAIN.
FU General, and choke on your "oysed gawfee wit two shoogiz", beeeotch.

Thankee



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Fishooked has the perfect arsenal for this type of situation.

Fart: problem solved

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Vintage 32g tale. A very hearty "thankee" to you, sir. :D

don't they have a gold club express line?

Geez, one would think she tried to cop a feel from your reaction. Or were you disappointed she didn't?

Seriously, you shoulda told her that if she got any closer, she'd better introduce herself.

Methinks one is laboring under the misapprehension that I conduct my daily affairs whilst traversing the planet with "one in the chamber" should the appropriate situation present itself.

More often than not, I am "unloaded" when mongos astumble into my orbit.

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Its no coincidence that I don't get too many visitors to my cubicle as a result. Because surly, moody Jet fans are always so approachable to begin with.

No. A chimp ran up to her, then scurried away muttering "i got that one already"

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She seems like a real space invader. Did she cough on the back of your neck?

the complaint in the OP is subjective at best.

Because if the space invader looked like Keely Hazell, for example, this would've been the reaction:

http://fim.413chan.net/fic/src/133340845285-boner.gif

Come up with an invention that will assuage this situation and retire a millionaire.

LMAO!

Oh absolutely, thing is, that doesn't happen.
I am a natural magnet for self-absorbed, one-way, misfits. I got dragged to Target yesterday with the wife. As we turned into every aisle, gape-jawed cretins automatically turned their carts sideways and focused uncomprehending stares upon tissue box's as we struggled to get by them. We were turned invisible by the aura of their stupidity.

Ask my wife, she see's it.

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These are the stories that keep us coming back.

Fvckin' raccoons

If only Gary Moore was alive, these types of things wouldn't happen more and more.

LMFAO at the tags :D