Does anyone feel this way? People who appear to have no concept that their proximity gives you the sh1ts?
It is most evident on public transport where you are trying to get off and those who are trying to get on need to do it now. It was really bad in Perth on the trains where I used to resort to using my elbows but here in Newcastle the zombies going to work seem intent on preventing me from getting off the ferry.
Pavements is another place, and roads. Those jimmies who toddle along at 65k's in the outside lane completely oblivious to the fact that they are impacting others.
I am going to work now, rant over.
Fk yeh - a colleague is a notorious 'close talker' and eats heavy garlic laden food every lunch time. We are talking almost touching noses when he's exhaling curry breath into my own O2 intake! [}:)]
It is kn unbelievable at times, and I have fallen victim and seen other colleagues back away repeatedly, until cornered or unable to retreat and wincing in discomfort and holding their own breath.
One day it was sooo bad and making me increasinglt tense my blood pressure rose to the point i thought i might just shove the sod away or pop him on the beak.
I literally had to bump/pass him to one side (pretending i needed a stapler or sumpin) and take a deep breath!
The bloke is a nice sort of chap, and all concerned have tried not to offend, but his own habit is extremely offensive to most.
I eased the topic out there some time back, aluding to someone else's similar habit, and I think he got the drift as the situation has lessened but everynow and then it is back to eskimo kisses and get me a barf bag!!!
When the bloody train is full coming to a stop and the people that want to get on just barge there way on before other people can get off, well that just sh!ts me!!
Some people!! 
I am gonna have to do the bus lurch soon as parking and other factors are conspiring against me (oh hell don't hit me with the new ban hammer!?) usual trasport to the salt mines.
I've had it good gor a long time know so can't complain too much but the train i can handle but bus transport sh!ts me big time.
I am not tiny but neither am I a massive fella, but it seems most peeps out there are, and the chances of getting 2 average Ozzies in a bus seat, designed for 2 leprechauns - without becoming peak-hour psuedo intimate - is a bit of a fantasy.
Prior to an hour of lurching through the burbs it may require dinner and a movie to set the mood.
Instead I reckon I will start loading up on garlic at breakky and lunch and welcome potential siamese couplings to "Hhhhhaavvvee a seeeaaaatt, ppuullleeeaaassssee." 
Garlic curry breath after lunch Eeeewww! Makes your eyes water and glasses go foggy - especially when they let a burp go for added effect.
My pet hate on the trains is when you get a seat then the person that sits next to you inflates themself to get more room and crosses the line between the seats into your own space. You keep getting squeezed out and into the person onto the other side. Not good on afternoon peak hour.
The early 80's. Sydney. Very hot day. Lots of young, tanned, Sydney beach girls in those transparent, white sun dresses with strategically placed pockets to protect their modesty. Crowded trains. ... 
never had the prob on public transport as i was the smelly plumber which always had the last seat to myself until someone got desperate.
it is funny to get closer to the person thats too close though. as they move in, id get closer until you could see the facial expression change.
When ever it gets to me I think of that silly movie, airport. Remember how, at the beginning, the main character is always accosted by Hare Krishnas? At the end he karate chops and kicks them out of the way.
Always brings a smile to my face if I think about that when some nong is trying to skew my day.
Load up on curry for lunch, get on an electric bike and cut a swathe right through smelly, summer sweaty hare krishnas and plumbers waiting for public transport (or an airplane) I say. 
the buggas on the trains and trams....im a rather hefty guy and do take up most of a double seat, used to travel a distance to work and back each day, id try my best - legs together, bag under the seat...but you'd always get some twelve doughnut eating, five coke slurping 'itch wobble her self on the remaining 12cm of seat and then start with the looks, the huffs, the wriggles....farkin daft these types - thats ok your thick - butt bathe damb ya, get the fire service to hose ya down, something...use those sausages on the end off that hand?? and left the rolls, allow the water and SOAP to run freely.....arghhhh
(thanks guys, ive wanted to get that of my chest for some time now....smelly 'itch's)
