Ok.  A while ago I was standing in line at the airport. I’m not kidding when I say the lady behind me was all in my personal space.

All in.  MY.  Space.

I had to resort to rolling my suitcase WAY behind me to keep her from stepping on the heels of my shoes. As the line would move forward, I would step ahead, careful to not crowd the person in front of me.  But the sweetie behind me wasn’t filtering her surroundings through my grid.

Back off lady!! It’s a big airport and you’re managing to make me claustrophobic!!

Is It Just Me? (yeah, this one’s probably just me)

(“Is It Just Me”  is a semi-reoccurring thought in my mind.  There are moments in my life that are so ridiculous I often stop and wonder if it is just me or if other people also blink twice and look around for their “crazy twin” who might be feeling the same feels. So, because it happens with some frequency, I’m writing about it and “Is It Just Me?” is shortened to become IIJM?)