This morning I came into work early. I’m taking a half day to beat the Easter weekend traffic to CT and the earlier I come in, the earlier I’ll be out.
What did this mean for my commute? It meant that the trains were on time–and practically empty. It was awesome. No one was even close to me.
Until 59th street that is.
A girl got on the train and sat RIGHT ON TOP OF ME. I mean, there is an empty train car and she plopped right next to me (and my big suitcase) like it was a crowded rush hour train.
Don’t believe me?
Do you SEE her proximity to my personal space?! I kept wanting to ask her to just scooch down a bit, but you can’t really do that so I just sat there. Sighing and giving her looks and being passive aggressive about the whole thing. But honestly, creepy girl, WHAT is your deal?!
There is a concept known as “personal space”.