Personal Space
After I selected a spot last night at the Shakespeare festival, I left to check out the nearby puppet show. When I returned fifteen minutes later, my lawn chair and cooler were surrounded by recent arrivals. These folks were practically on top of me. My incredulous stare and agitated banter went nowhere. I watched The Merry Wives of Windsor with a stranger's feet rubbing my shins and another freak's face eighteen inches from my rear end. The world is my oyster... and I'm claustrophobic!
posted by Happy In Bag @ 5:32 PM
4 Comments:
At 6:02 PM,
Happy In Bag said…
Before someone asks- I forgot to bring my camera with me last night. This shot is from Rockfest 2008.
At 6:15 PM,
kcmeesha said…
I was actually about to ask. I sat next to a person like that on the plane once, talk about being in your space
At 9:33 AM,
The DLC said…
I don't see much live music because of the personal space issue. It's my loss, I know.
And this is a great photo!
At 9:41 AM,
Happy In Bag said…
"I really like the crowds at the really big shows. People touching people that they don't even know, yo." -The Hold Steady
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