An invasion of my personal space is like an invasion of my privacy. Don’t do it. I don’t go scratching through your belongings when I come to talk to you! Offer me the same common courtesy that I do for you.
Do not get all huggy bear and intimate and feel the need to come and stick your face in my face if you want to have a conversation. If at sometime you do feel that a situation is beyond extreme circumstances and absolutely calls for it, like you have just found out who really killed Kennedy and want to tell me secretly in my ear, at least have the decency to brush your teeth to get rid of that 3 day old pilchards & funky cheese sandwich and 15 Marlboro per hour stench from your polluted breath.
For those who don’t know: Personal space is like a bubble, an invisible barrier that surrounds people at least 1ft radius. Do not let your personal space invade my personal space either. That means, the tip if my nose must be at least 2ft from the tip of your nose. Get it?
The only exception to this rule is if you are female, sexy, single, desperate and have no place to stay tonight.
Right of Admission Reserved
