And, often, they’ll get a bit too close and in the personal space of someone used to carrying a gun, who’s not a fan.(Please note, no Brits or others were harmed in the writing of that blog post.)
I'm big on personal space. My own, and observing others' space. I hate having people close to me. Last week some lady in the checkout at the grocery store was literally bumping my arm with her elbow as she stood behind me. I wish I'd had a nice juicy fart on deck for her, but no such luck - so I had to make do with an exaggerated dig in my pocket for my keys, which just happened to dig my elbow into her shoulder on the way out. Oops.