I'm mildly OCD and a little claustrophobic. Coupled together, that leaves someone who likes her space and doesn't like to be touched by strangers. Sadly, there is no gate between the counters that lead to our ice cream machine, so people (usually kids but lately this one adult) like to come right into the back to watch me pour their ice cream. They'll stand like less than an inch from me to the point where I want to throw the cup at them.
<_<

Personal space, people.
Back the fuck up.
WAAAAAAAAY up.