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  • When "personal space" loses all meaning.

    This happened to me yesterday. Ancient Ninja teleports behind me while I'm sorting through the bins to put items away after a truck. I never knew he was there. I suddenly feel something hot and steamy against the back of my neck. I quickly turn around to make sure it's nothing, and OMFG I swear to all that is high and holy, our noses were less than an inch away at some point. And he was hobbling, too. Hot garlic breath assaulted and stormed my nasal passageways (and I'm pretty sure my eyes... started to burn.) as he said "...ssspongess," and waited there, lurking like a condor, a mere inch away from my face. All that happened before I even had a chance to react. No sooner had the "g" sound in that been let loose, had I recoiled in shock and surprise (And horror) and just open-mouthed, gapingly pointed to where they were, only several feet from where we were standing.

    He hovered away. Crazy old ninjamen.




    ... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then of course I had the exact opposite happen about an hour and a half later. I was still sorting through the li'l bins, when I get a little buzzing in my ear. I look up to make sure it's not a light fixture catching fire or something, and go back to my work. The noise increases in intensity, and I back the heck away and start looking around. It's like an odd mix of a door alarm and a cricket. Surely this sound cannot be human.

    Alas, when I turn my head and see some tiny, tiny guy over clear across the store flagging me down as if I were an airborne aircraft carrier, (I was bigger than him, that's for sure. Dunno how many planes I could carry, but I'm darn sure it's more than he could. O_O!')

    Of all the people that were between him and I, he really was calling for me, even though I couldn't understand a darn thing he said. When I walked over there, all he wanted to know was where a certain something was. I quickly pointed it out to him, and he plucked it off the shelf, thanked me, and scooted right on out of there. Easy enough.

    But geez. There were like, two other employees between him and I, who were stocking things, and he was looking at me. Very obviously, me. No entiendo...
    SC: "Are you new or something?"
    Me: "Yes. Your planet is very backwards I hope you realize."

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    Ah well you see, you were the first employee that he saw, and from then on he saw no other.
    These people are like Tornado jets - they have tactical computers on board, that lock onto a target and hold it so that the sidewinder missile (otherwise known as 'Excuse me!' or 'Oi!' or even clicking fingers) can be delivered right on the button........
    Engaged to the sweet Mytical He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.

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    • #3
      ugh i cant tell you how much i hate when my personal space completely disappears.

      especially when im sitting or kneeling on the ground and someone stands on top of me and leans over me to shop, and doesnt say a damn thing.

      gahh!

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      • #4
        Quoth ShadowTiger View Post
        Ancient Ninja

        That made me laugh so hard. Can I steal that?

        I hate it when customers wave you down when you're busy, and get mad when you don't like, materialize in front of them. Especially when there's a mini-army of employees such as yourself between him and you that could very well help the guy.

        Yea, old guys love to invade personal space bubbles. I used to work in a small area closed in on 3 sides as a cashier. Stupid part was that the open part was on the customers side, so old guys usually stand inside that little bubble of space with me, waiting for their change and staring down my shirt silently.
        Sucky Customers- Have the ability to convert non-drinkers into raging alcoholics in one phone call or less.

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        • #5
          I'm a little creeped out by that ancient ninja.

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          • #6
            something similar happened to me years ago...i was crouched on the ground stocking something on a bottom shelf when i was working at a dollar store. suddenly, this lady ninjas out of no-where and whispers in my ear while poking me in the butt with her cane "excuse me...but your under-shame is showing"

            apparently under-shame is old lady for underwear.
            ever since then, i'm obsessed with buying undershirts long enough to tuck in
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            • #7
              Ah yes, the personal space violations. I seem to be a magnet for them.

              All of these posts remind me of experiences I've had. A few examples:
              > Several times, customers, and even some of my managers, would get right up in my face, and as I kept backing away to reclaim my bubble, they would keep inching forward into it again.
              > I was crouched down to stock merchandise on a bottom shelf, and some lady just had to try to reach for something right over me, knocking bottles of shampoo down on me.
              > While standing down an aisle that led to the bathrooms, I was bent over getting something out of a box, and instead of saying "excuse me", some lady tapped her fingers near the top of my butt to get my attention!
              > Once, when I was wearing pigtails, a lady came up and said, "Oh, I love your little pigtails", and proceeded to reach out and flick one of them!
              > This is probably the worst. While bent down slightly, I was zoning my area, and felt someone messing with the hem of my shirt and the waistband of my pants. I whipped around, and some lady said, "Your pants were falling down, your underwear was showing". 1) Don't touch me! 2) Mind your own business! 3) I was wearing low-rise pants, they were not falling down! If my underwear was showing, it would only have been a little bit of the band, not enough that anyone should even care! They weren't thongs, either.

              These were the unforgettable ones, I might think of more later. Then there are the personal questions, inappropriate comments, and acts of recklessness or violence involving shopping carts.

              Whew! Thanks for hearing me out!
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