Too close for comfort.

A few months ago, I, along with my friends Wendy and Jennie, went to Lenscrafters to get myself some new glasses. After about 20 minutes of picking out frames (as an aside that really has nothing to do with this post, I just want to say what fun it was to have Jennie and Wendy there helping me decide on frames. Shopping for glasses shouldn't be so fun:) I was approached by the salesperson who eventually sold me the glasses. The weird thing was that when she talked to me, she was at most 6 inches away from my face, and usually closer than that. I kept thinking that maybe I was having a bad day and just was oversensative to my personal space barriers, but I finally got a chance to mention to Wendy and Jennie that I felt the lady was doing a bit of close-talking. In fact, I said that there were a few scary moments when I thought the lady might kiss me. J & W verified that the lady actually WAS talking close, and that they were made uncomfortable by it and it wasn't even happening to them.

Well, after I went home, all that kinda faded from my mind as these things usually do... until yesterday, when I was shopping at Mccain Mall (completely different mall than the one where I purchased my glasses) and sitting with my Mom minding my own business, when I looked up from taking a bite of my cookie, and there was the face not 4 inches from mine, asking me if my glasses were working out. All I could do was mutter yes they are...