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For the record, I am not claustrophobic. I spent many hours as a child playing hide and seek with my cousins, wedging myself under beds, in closets, etc. I had an MRI about ten years ago and when they shoved me in that tiny little thingy I was so comfortable that I fell asleep. I have no problems riding in an elevator or a ford festiva. Let the record also show that I am not a personal space freak. I don't have a problem with crowds (other than the normal irritation of being bumped into or trodden upon or listening to ignorant people expound their ridiculous opinions).

However, what does drive me crazy is Close Standers. The people who eschew an entire empty building to stand four and a half inches away from you. They lurk in your peripheral, mouth hanging open, vacantly watching whatever you're doing. I'm sure you've experienced this, we've got a new girl at work who was doing it to me the other day. The Faux Physicist was a Close Stander, too. We had a girl last summer at work who would actually lean her hip against her me when she was talking to me or she would walk up so close to people that her stomach was touching them. That brain dead lurking drives me insane. When I notice someone doing it I want to whip around and scream at them. You know, maybe make them crap their pants or something.