my bag is a part of me too

you know what I hate? what I really really hate? thous people in lines that stand too close to you... like I am just standing there.. minding my own business the line starts moving and I fallow the flow but the prick behind me thinks that the lines is moving faster so it starts to get closer to me by that trying to make me move faster without touching me.. but you know what? you are touching me.. you are constantly running into my bag.. you may have not noticed it but I do notice and that shit gets on my nerves... the line won't move faster because you are getting closer to me.. you won't get a seat on the bus only cause the line is moving faster.. it doesn't matter how fast you move.. your place in the line matters not the speed you are moving in it... keep your fucking distance!