I was just at the post office. Of course there was a line, so I'm standing there, counting ceiling tiles. A woman walks in and gets in line behind me. REALLY behind me. So close behind me that if she was any closer, she would be in front of me. I can smell her hairspray and her chewing gum. I take a step forward, but so much as I'm getting into the personal space of the man in front of me. And what does she do? She steps even CLOSER to me!
I hope she got a good whiff - I haven't showered yet today, nor have I put on deodorant.