I was reminded of this topic by writing in my last post about the fact that I now (unlike younger me), have no problem telling people who get in my personal space when I’m on my own in a public place to please leave me alone, if needed.
There’s an experience I recently had that has stuck with me. I was in a Spanish airport last Autumn, returning from a holiday. Opposite me in the airport lounge was a young woman, about 17. She was sitting quietly minding her own business with earphones in, when Sportsbag Guy (circa: 35) sidled up to her- from the other side of the airport- clearly on a pretext.