Exhibit B

It's been awhile. Did you know that working full time takes up most of your day? It does. I forgot that, somehow. Anywho, on with the story. I was visiting my dad at his work the other day (he is a pharmacist). We were chatting in the little side room dubbed the "Patient Consultation" area. Really, it just consists of two office chairs stacked next to each other and a blood pressure machine. A phone call came in for him, so, as any good daughter would do, I waited patiently in my chair until my padre was finished.

As I was waiting, I noticed an older gentleman shuffling in my general direction with his grocery cart. His t-shirt read: "Property of My Grandchildren." You know that inner voice I get? It came back--and it said the same thing to me as last time: "This is going to be good" (I tell ya, I'm getting real good at detecting these people)! Well, it was good because the next thing I knew, the man had parked his cart full of groceries, and was slipping his arm into the blood pressure cuff machine that was within INCHES of my body. I thought he was reaching for my neck at first! It all happened so fast! It was a complete and utter invasion of my "space bubble," and if I were in elementary school again, I would have sent him an "I message" telling him: "Sir, I don't like it when you sit this close to me. Can you please stop?" Really, if I would have stayed where I was, our knees would have "kissed." But don't worry, I did what any of you would have done and hopped right out of that chair and bee-lined it to the pharmacy to get away from No Space Bubble Man.

I hope I didn't hurt his feelings (actually he was oblivious as most of these people are), but I just found it so weird that a complete stranger would have no second thoughts about practically sitting on another strangers lap just for a blood pressure reading. Couldn't it wait? I mean, really? One more lap around the store wouldn't have hurt him? Then he could have had all the time he needed to take that blood pressure. No?

I did get a picture of this fiasco with my cell phone (him sitting at the blood pressure machine and the vacant chair) so that I could show you all that there was, indeed, a breech of "space." However, my phone seems to have gone missing...again. Another day. But think of me the next time you're at your local grocery store and see one of those blood pressure machines...and then locate the closest chair and picture yourself in it. Would it be a "breech of space?" Weirdo. Until next time...