What are you, some kind of wierdo?

There is such a thing as PERSONAL SPACE!
Standing in line at Best Buy and the guy behind me is standing so close I can smell him. And I don't mean he has on too much cologne. I mean he smelled bad. I'm not sure if it was just bad b.o. or he had a weird oder but it was making me sick to my stomach. So I move forward. He moves forward. I move forward more and he leans over me to look at something. Dude! You can look at it when you get there!
So I think to myself 'maybe he is trying to like pick my pockets or something'. Ha! There's nothing in my pockets. So I realize the diaper bag is hanging on the cart so I move it to the front of the cart. He is still like as close to me as possible. Any closer and he'd be giving me a hug. He is seriously standing closer to me than my husband normally does. Finally, after what seemed like a life time, we make it to the check out stand. We check out (we being me and Jennifer) and as we're leaving Jennifer says to the cashier "just so you know, the guy over there does not have any respect for personal space." And the cashier responds with "is he Latino?" We still aren't sure why he asked that but Jennifer told him he wasn't but was just a creepy guy.
We get in the car and I see him walk out and look at me. What the heck?! Well, I watch a lot of Criminal Minds so of course I'm thinking he is going to follow me home and murder me because I look like one of his ex girlfriends or his mother and the reason he was standing so close was because he's one of those freaks who gets off by smelling hair or something. I hyperventalated for a few seconds and we left. I was glad it was dark and rainy and there was pleanty of traffic thanks to the Christmas season, so it would be pretty hard to follow us.
However, if I turn up missing or murdered or something....check Best Buy's security cameras for the guy in a black jacket standing WAY too close.