Touchy-touchy people
There is this thing called personal space. It is the air around you. It is your air. You can always be sure nobody else will ever invade it because, well, then they’ll have no more personal space of their own either.
Sometimes you meet people who seem to have never heard of this concept. So you find yourself in odd situations when you get slapped on your behind by an older person whose name you don’t really remember, get pushed into walls by over-excited dance parteners and have people curiously bending over to sniff your perfume. I admit I put on perfume between my boobs but i also put some behind my ear.
That would be easier and less odd to sniff. Wouldn’t it?
This gets me to something even more annoying. People that should but don’t invade your personal space.
Why? No, really, why?
