give me my personal space!

Whether you like it or not, the whole world has became a place where most urbanites experience a unique sensation – queue-ing up. Be it for food, to get into a sizzling club, for taxi, as long as you live in city, you need to queue up for one thing or another. (Which explains why rich people tend to pay more to skip all these annoying queueing bit.)

Now, since queueing up is part of all urbanites’ life, you would imagine they know the etiquette of queueing up right? Yeah, ok, assume is to make an arse out of you and me so, yeah, I am not assuming, I am hereby declaring that those people who do not know how to queue up are all asses! And I am beginning to think that manners have absolutely nothing to do with the level of education but upbringing of oneself. (Which explains why I have very low opinion on people who cut queue in a traffic jam – you are just a big fat moron who thinks nothing about anyone and everything about yourself).

Let me cite you an example. One fine day when there was a long queue at the immigration in KLIA airport, this tie-suit-guy suddenly waltzed up from no where to the front and pretended to chat with his colleague and then just slipped very comfortably into the line behind her and ignored the rest of the long line behind him. If she is his wife/girlfriend, then fine, I can tolerate that. But no, I think he’s just using her for the queue because I noticed she flinched away a little from him. (Maybe it’s the BO) What an ediot!!! Again, I have to physically restrain myself from hurling abuses to him.

And let me share with you what I 150% hate people to do – bumping into me when they are queueing. Like today, when I was nicely queuing up for food, the woman behind me kept pushing ahead, staying very close behind me, and like a hungry ghost can’t wait to order her food and therefore her stupid bag and her stupid hand kept brushing my arms my bags my elbow and only with a great restrain on my part did I not turn around and screamed at her “STOP PUSHING YOU B!TCH!“

And there’s this one time when this guy stood so close to me that he virtually bumped into me every step I took.

And then there’s this one time when the auntie’s handbag kept slapping my back when she giggled to whatever funny thing her friend said.

What the hell is wrong with these people? RESPECT MY PERSONAL SPACE! I don’t care how long the queue is, or how fat or skinny you are, please refrain from stepping into the 15 inches circumferences around me. You think I’m giving free living tissue to everyone as part of community service project isit? I DO NOT LIKE YOU TOUCHING ME!

For the sake of my eternal sanity, I swear I would scream like a banshee anytime I see anyone cutting queue, bumping into me, or just generally being an uneducated arsehole.