Space Invaders

I don't know what that last post was all about. I don't really care what Time Out puts on the cover.

What I do care about, however, is the growing number of strangers shoving into me on the street. A big fat elbow here, a smack with giant bag, the generous shoulder. I'm going to start a campaign called STOP SHOVING ME.

Did you know everyone has a personal scent circle? It's true. Look it up because I don't have time to explain it to you. Everyone also has a designated personal space. Watch Dirty Dancing if you don't know what I mean.

Remember that game Space Invaders? Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Get the hell out of my space, you invader.

That is what I will begin to scream when shoved into without apology.

Get the hell out of my space, you invader.

That's pretty powerful. You better pray you don't hear it from me.