So, while in the Post Office, standing in line with about 15 people in front on me, I feel and hear a whisper in my ear “you need to move forward”. Now this guy was so close to me, he was just about touching my neck. I moved forward, said something about him not having to be so close to me, and continued filling out my label. Not even 30 second later he was right up against me again. Soooo, again, I moved a bit forward trying not to crowd the woman in front of me. Annnnnd again he moved so close to me that he could have been humping my leg if he twitched even in the slightest way. So, I am sure we all know what I did next. I causes a ruckus. I’m damn good at causing a scene.
I yelled something about him “humping my Fucking leg” and “I’ve moved three times because of it, you do NOT need to be that close to me!”
Small USPS store means the whole office, patrons, and all the tellers heard. The guy put both of his hands on the counter as if he was used to being made to account for his hands, and said not a word more.
I went to the next teller, and as always asked how his grandbabies were while everyone stared are the freak behind me. Snarl.
UGH.
Anyway. I have a photo dump for you all. These are from the last few days.
One of the loves in my life.
Walking around the last few days to clear my head.
Also, while in the store I found some Spotted Dick – I’m VERY familiar with that. But, what the hell is Treacle (in a can)? And, is it just me, or does it look wayyyyy worse next to the Spotted Dick?
On my way home yesterday this was on the sidewalk of a construction site:
Hope you are all well.
XOXOXO
Catriona
CatrionaIsCrazy 
What an excellent and appropriate response. I probably would have just started shoving, and that would probably lead to trouble.
LOL. Thank you.
People! I tell ya!
Yes yes yes well done for speaking out!! I find these situations come up far too often and as you describe, either you are left abused by w@nkers or you speak up and are accused of ‘making a scene’. F*CK THAT!! It is not a scene but standing up for ourselves and the expression of our right to live in peace – especially as we certainly don’t go out of our way to cause unease or harm to people, do we? (we’d have to give a d@mn first, anyway). 90% of the time I do make a scene, and should there be a companion next to me scolding me, it also becomes a clear indication that I need to keep looking… It is so low & weak to hide behind fake civic rules, excuses of all sorts. Strong & Proud. Yeah Oh. xoxo
This has got to be one of my fav responses! LOL
Rock on!
One should always have Dick treacle. They go together like recliners and ottomans.
(Treacle is British for molasses. And, actually, it DOES go well with Spotted Dick. Which they really should make in a longer, thinner can. But then you’d have to avoid the Snooty Foods aisle, because they’d try to hump your leg.)
(Sorry about that, by the way, next time I’ll identify myself first…)
Well Damnit Goat, if I’d known it was you It would have been fine!
Dick Treacle, my stars that sounds ….. HAHAHHA!
Own your damn space and don’t let some asshole creep into it.You don’t need to move, he did. And you absolutely did right by calling him out. Good ups on you, lady!
Lol, wait till I explain what happened the next time I visited the post office. LMAO
It’s cool that you have a good relationship with your local public servants. But yeah, you were in the right and eff that weirdo in the ear! Clearly he had no idea who he was messing with. You eat douchers like that for breakfast!
BAHAHAHHAHAHAH! You know me so well!