So apparently I’m not the only one in danger of starting a personal space smackdown in the grocery checkout line. Solidarity, sister.
“…Instead of waiting for the cashier to move the belt along, they insist on using every single square inch of belt space up to the plastic divider.
This I can overlook, as it’s their own bread they’re squishing in an effort to unload their cart at warp speed.
What I can’t overlook is when they insist on using every single square inch of personal space past the plastic divider, creeping up closer to me with their cart and sighing so heavily at the apparent lack of cashier expediency that it blows my coupons off the checkout stand.”