Personal space is a foreign concept to Salvadorans. And in a country where it is definitely too damn hot to touch, I can’t understand it. When I’m waiting in line at the grocery store, you better believe there is a Salvadoran teenage girl right up on me behind me in line. Talking to a neighbor on the street assures that at least four small children are rubbing my stomach. It doesn’t matter what I do or where I go in this country, people are constantly invading my bubble of personal space!
Today’s bus ride back from the pueblo serves as a prime example of what I’m talking about. The ride back from my pueblo is already a pretty uncomfortable ride. The bus has to trudge through streams, puddles, mud, rocky roads and God knows what else, so needless to say, it’s a little painful to begin with. Now add a large Salvadoran woman who knows no personal boundaries into the equation and I’ve got myself a pretty uncomfortable ride home! This woman gets on the bus, and instead of choosing any of the empty seats available on the bus, she decides to sit right next to yours truly. Imagine: It’s about 100 degrees. The sun is beating down on you through the window. You’re sticking to the seat already and now a 200+lb woman sits AS CLOSE to you as she can possibly get. I swear, this woman was so close to me that she was resting her arm on my leg! I could feel her sweat dripping down my arm! NO SIRVE!!!!!!!!!! The entire way, every time we hit a bump on the road (which was very frequently) her left elbow jabbed into my side! But of course, I don’t know how to say “move over lady, you’re making me sweat!” in Spanish, so I was just grateful that she was getting off the bus before I was!
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That was your me. Sorry I hurt your side.
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