I don’t know about you, but I have an invisible space that stretches out about an arm’s-length from my face. I keep this space between myself and people I don’t know. It is my ‘personal space’.
If I’m speaking to someone I don’t know and they move into this space I usually move back slightly. Most normal humans understand this shift in body language and comply. If I can smell their bacon and egg breakfast, I move back even further. If they spray when they speak, the distance is widened.
Why, oh why, don’t people at supermarket check-outs understand this?
You’re not going to get your groceries to the car any faster by doing the Conga line dance with me! If I take a step back and head-butt your nose or squash your big toe with my heel, don’t complain – it means you are too close! If your trolley hits me in the Achilles tendon, please don’t be surprised if I swear loudly because this kind of pain automatically produces four-letter-words.
Supermarket check-outs are not like parties or concerts where loud music brings us closer and they are not ‘personal’ moments where I enjoy sweet nothings whispered in my ear about your preference to apples over bananas!
Is it just me – or do you dislike people invading your personal space?