My Space
Not MySpace, my space.
This morning some big guy comes to shul and (10 minutes late) sits down next to me in the aisle! I have the aisle seat but this guy just puts his chair to the left of the table across the aisle and invades my space. Plus, he smelled like a cigarette butt.
I hate when people invade my space. Especially when they smell like cigarette butts.
Not MySpace, my space.
This morning some big guy comes to shul and (10 minutes late) sits down next to me in the aisle! I have the aisle seat but this guy just puts his chair to the left of the table across the aisle and invades my space. Plus, he smelled like a cigarette butt.
I hate when people invade my space. Especially when they smell like cigarette butts.
Labels: Random Thoughts
posted by MoChassid @ 11:39 AM
3 Comments:
At 10:07 PM,
Unknown said…
maybe the lange payous intimidated you.
At 9:45 AM,
MoChassid said…
No, I would be upset if a frei Yid invaded my space
At 5:42 PM,
Jacob Da Jew said…
I hate it when people invade my personal space, esp. when customers start getting all touchy feely with me.
Once, some Persian hocker was shopping by us. He throws his arm around me and exclaims " Can we do some business" ?
I turned to him, looked- "First get your arm off me".
I don't recall this, but my manager reminded me of this, plotzing.
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