"Danger Zone"

I am a firm supporter of personal space.  Anybody who knows me, knows this.   I cannot stand when somebody is in my "danger zone."  I know, here I go with these terms, but just bear with me for a second.  Let's define "danger zone" shall we?  The "danger zone" is anywhere around me within reach.  So if I put my arms out and do a 360 degree spin, and I hit you, you are too close.  I don't know why I'd be someplace just twirling around, but go with it.

Now, I realize in some countries it is acceptable to just be in the "danger zone," because I took French and Spanish, and I go places.  But this is not the instance I am referring to.  Usually, in those situations, the people are actually having conversations and chances are they know each other.  What I am talking about is when you are out in public, standing in line at the grocery store (eye roll), or any place where there is a line.

It's that moment where you go to adjust yourself (or your life depending on the type of day you've had because TRAFFIC) and you realize someone is standing in that "danger zone.  If I don't know you, never seen you before in my life, please stay out of my "danger zone."  This applies especially if you are a dude and we standing in line to pay for stuff, because now, we go together.  We might as well put our groceries together, you pay, I get my stuff, and we say our goodbyes at the door.  You just sucked up all my air, or even worse, burned the back of my neck with your hot breath.  So, the least you can do is buy groceries.

Now, I have petty friends ( I won't name names, but you know who you are) who will accidentally on purpose throw an elbow to remind said person, they are too close.  Had this person been outside of the "danger zone" they wouldn't have caught that bow that caused that sharp pain in their chest, so on and so forth.  I don't know where else that scenario goes, but it's simple mathematics.  If one stays out of the danger zone, one does not catch an elbow.