Um...'scuse me, you're in my "bubble"...

I swear to whatever "God" exists out there, that the next fuckin' idiot to invade my personal bubble gets their ass kicked up and down the street...

I've fuckin' HAD IT!

I'm so fed up with people encroaching on my personal space that it's got me seethin' right now, and I wanna un-fuck someone's head and shit down their throat.

I'm deadly serious.  I've had enough of this shit to last 3 lifetimes.  The next one to violate my personal space is gonna get drop kicked so hard that by the time they regain consciousness, their clothes will be out of date.

I'm standin' there in the checkout line at Zeller's, waiting to pay for my purchase and this twat behind me was so close her perfume was makin' me gag.  If I had stretched out an arm to say, adjust my jacket or hat, I'd have to preface it with a "Excuse me" first.

UNACCEPTABLE.

I glared at this nitwit at least 3 times, and even went as far as to let out a growl of disapproval at her proximity.  She was clearly unfazed.  In the meantime, I had enough room between myself and the shopper ahead of me to allow for at least a couple people to stand in line...so say, about 5 feet.  This c*nt behind me though...less than 2 feet, if that.

When it came my turn to pay, I moved ahead to the checkout till and laid my goods down to be processed.  She came right up behind me, and laid her shit down on the counter too...like her bottle of hairspray was gonna cause carpal tunnel or something.  I looked back sharply and just glared at her as I paid.  As I was reaching for my change from the cashier, this fuckin' broad was all but 6" away from me at this point...I looked beside me and THERE SHE WAS all up in my personal space.  I threw my hands out and gestured "You're TOO FUCKIN' CLOSE!".  She was still unfazed, and actually gave me a shitty look.

Wait...

*I* amd trying to pay for my goods...*YOU* are invading my personal space, and *I* get a "look"?!

You have no idea how close I was to layin' down a verbal lashin' on this chick that woulda had Security called within seconds.  I was THIS CLOSE [-------] to allowin' the thunder and bass in my voice to echo to the Heavens above as I told this moron to back the fuck off.  I mean, how fuckin' rude are people these days anyways?!  Would she have appreciated it if I had been so close to her personal bubble...maybe goin' so far as to literally get right up in her face so close I could smell her moisturizer?!

Listen idiots of the world, and listen close...if I can't spread my arms without hittin' some part of your person...YOU ARE TOO FUCKIN' CLOSE TO ME.  If you can't do the same, THEY ARE TOO CLOSE TO YOU.  And so on, and so on.  You fuckin' dullards and "me first" types need to un-fuck your own heads and start actin' accordingly when out in public.  It's called "personal space" for a reason.  Not just 'cause it sounds neat and cool.

Consider that you last fuckin' warning from me...the next one of you twats to interfere with my personal space is gonna get what's rightfully comin' to you...I'll start verbal, but then I'll get to puttin' some foot to ass if you don't get the memo.

Savvy?