WTF is the matter with me?

I'm an fat, old, ugly lady. Just to say that is has nothing to do with how one looks.

In line at a store today. An old guy got in line behind me. And was standing too fucking close. In my space.

Not much space to get away, we were corralled between webbing on poles, and I didn't want to crowd the guy in front of me. I sidled diagonally and was ok.

Until the line moved. And he again came in too close.

Well, at least now I knew it was no doubt intentional. I again moved.

He moved in closer.

And I freaked out.

Because part of me was screaming to tell him off. Because, really, WTF? Get out of my space, asshole. But another part of me was terrified. That he'd say something like "do you really think I'd bother with some fat ass like you?"

Then two cash registers opened up, and I was able to get out of there.

I went back to my car and cried.

Probably a first for us....

We make donations here and there as needed, but usually we do our major donations in fell swoop once a year.

Usually between 10pm and midnight on December 31st.

We just finished getting them done. Months early! This has never happened before (ok, fine there is one left, but dh needs to talk to someone who manages some account or another to get that done).