Same Old Stuff
I had a public function yesterday. I've been on shaky ground lately and so have limited leaving the house. But I felt a little more confident that I could get through yesterday without any problems. I was wrong. I walked into the memorial service and found it was a very confined space and very crowded. While in line, the man behind me demonstrated his lack of need for personal space. He kept putting his hand on my arm and shoulder. I tried to open up space but then would have crowded the person in front of me.
The chairs where small and tightly placed and there was no AC. In the midst, of the service I felt the panic rising and so used all the techniques I could think of without making a scene by getting up to leave. When the end had come, I excused myself to use the restroom instead of the receiving line. I then made a beeline to the parking lot and "escaped". There's got to be a better way to deal with this.
The chairs where small and tightly placed and there was no AC. In the midst, of the service I felt the panic rising and so used all the techniques I could think of without making a scene by getting up to leave. When the end had come, I excused myself to use the restroom instead of the receiving line. I then made a beeline to the parking lot and "escaped". There's got to be a better way to deal with this.