A friend of mine called up yesterday begging to buy me a cup of coffee.  Free Coffee – Whoot Whoot!  I agreed.  We met up after she dropped her daughter off for the afternoon kindergarten class.

We both have our youngest at home with us in the afternoon’s, and so we decided to meet at the most germ infested place in the world McDonald’s so the kids could play.  She was buying, and so I followed the kids as they took off for the play place.  I picked a table where I could watch the kids, but we still had some personal and private space.  There was at least a table in between me and this other dude in the play place. 

While I was waiting for my friend to come with the coffee, this guy mentions to his son that he “should go and play with that big kid who looks like he should really be in school.”  My initial reaction was to just ignore him, but the defensive “don’t judge me or my son” part just took over.  I informed him that my kid was in school, but was in kindergarten, and was finished for the day. 

There, that should put him in his place.

Little did I know – I had just opened Pandora’s Box.  It was unreal!  I was so thrilled when my friend did finally show up,  ’cause this guy just wouldn’t shut up.  I thought maybe he just figured that I was alone, like him, and he could save me from myself. You know, so I wouldn’t feel lonely or something.  I figured that when my friend showed up that he’d back off and let us talk in private.  NOPE!  He even moved to the empty table that was in between us and him.  You’d think that this guy had had no one to talk to – EVER!  He went on and on and on and on like we were best friends!  Every time that we tried to have a personal chat between the two of us, he just jumped in.   It was like, in his mind, we had intended on meeting up with him at McDonald’s for coffee - the three of us!  He wasn’t even taking blatant hints!  I almost wanted to start talking about my period or a boob job or constipation or something, except I was scared that he’d chime in with his two cents worth.  He looked like that kinda guy.

FINALLY, he left!  I felt kinda bad, and yet OH, SO RELIEVED! 

I’ve mentioned my love for overly friendly people before, and just haven’t really run into anyone who had complete disregard for personal space and boundaries since then.  I just wanna thank the McDonald’s Dude for reminding me that y’all still exist.  Not that you all are bad people….I just don’t deal with you very well.  My apology’s if I come off a little rude, but YOU SCARE THE CRAP OUTTA ME!  If I give little signals that say in a very polite way to “ummmm, maybe, please back off“, if you respect my little polite messages, then I might not come across so rude.  Really, it’s your fault!  Oh, and if you didn’t realize that I was a little rude, then just ignore the last few lines……They were for someone else.

Is it really too much to ask that certain lines not be crossed?  Is it?