Question of the day for you. Has personal space become the latest victim of today's world? Did I miss the PSA that it was being fazed out? Can someone send it to me if they still have it?

The husband and I were at the grocery store. It was busy but most people were trying to get in and out without spending a fortune or falling victim to cart rage and running one of those personal shoppers over as they cut you off yet again. Just a typical day at the local HEB. So the hubby and I check off the things on my list and we are in the checkout line chatting while we put things in the belt to get scanned. NOTE: We were not taking up the entire lane. There was room to get around with no problem on both sides of us.

We are standing there waiting our turn. I'm gawking at the recipes on the magazine covers when someone feels my behind. Spoiler alert. It's not the hubby. Immediately I take one large step in the other direction. Whipping around I see an early 20’s blonde about five foot nothing in search of an energy drink and oblivious to the rest of the world.

My first reaction was to look around for someone else. I can't say I get felt up by many women so I was looking for a guy. It became clear it was her when she leaned back inches away from me to get a better look at the selection of crack in a can displayed in the cooler. Concern about anything but her beverage was nowhere to be found. The concept of a bubble was also something that never entered her mind. She was so far in my personal space that the bubble popped and she was about to lay her head on my boob to take a nap. Once again I take a giant step away from her as my husband tries not to laugh at me. I’ve had enough. I pull out my best mom voice and say excuse me I didn't see you there.

Hang on people because it gets weirder.

She looks right at me and says Oh, I don't need that much room. I’m fine.

Fantastic. Glad to hear it.

There was no I’m sorry I grabbed your ass or even a Hey nice buns. She just grabbed it and got on with her day. I’ve been out of the dating pool for a long dang time, however, I distinctly remember the need for at least a first name before we get that far. Call me crazy but it is nice to say oh this is (enter gropers name here) if you ever run into them again in public.

I’m sure my face said more than I could find polite words for at that time. Its the local grocery store filled with people. I really don’t want to get kicked out and have to drive half an hour to the next one. Yeah. Polite it is. Politeish at best. Okay, so there might have been some sarcasm in there that blondie didnt catch on to. Not my fault. Its still polite if they dont get it, right?

Anywho, she selects her death by can and cracks if open. Chugging it down as she wanders through the frozen food to find whoever she came in with. Nope she doesnt work there. Apparently she was just thirsty. Zero flips were given if she paid for it before she drank it or not.

Jaws were dropped as she walked away. Is it audacity? Ignorance? Entitlement? The need for someone to lay the smack down? Hard to say. I do know a few things. My hearing isn’t bad. She never said excuse me. The junk in my trunk is fairly sized to my height. It’s not like it sticks out for miles. It says I don’t normally pass up a cookie but I can hike up a few trails with no isssues. After that the drumsticks start burning and it is time to enjoy the view.


All I know is that I got felt up more in the grocery store than I did the last time I went through TSA with bling on my jeans. If whoever decides what social necessities become obsolete could bring back personal space, me, my ass, and the rest of checkout line number 8 would really appreciate it.