Invisible Girl Strikes Again!

I often call myself invisible girl because:

1. People bump into me and don't act like I'm there.
2. I get ignored the most while in a group of people at a restaurant.
3. At my old department, I would often get "forgotten" about because I "sat in the back" (yeah right).
4. I'm the weakest link in any line by default.

I was really glad to leave work today. Feeling good, looking forward to my "date" with my husband (pizza here we come for the first time in months!), nothing can go wrong.

Wrong....again.

As I was standing in my line, minding my own business as usual, this weird-o, stinky guy stood right next to me. Oh, not again, I thought to myself. How many times does this have to happen to me? Obviously they feel a presence, otherwise I'd be knocked over at some point, but almost every day this month, someone has been coming out of no where and standing right next to me instead of behind me. So now it looked like this stinky guy knows me for darnsake because he was right next to me. Ignore, ignore, ignore...

The Pittsburgh/Baypoint train arrived and me and the guy in front of me moved up and over, allowing people on the train. Suddenly, chaos ensues and stinky guy was now in the front of the line. What? How'd this happen? We all kind of stopped and stared at him, but he just stood there, like this was the most normal thing in the world to do. I really think some people think that if the next train is for them, then that means they get to stand in the front of the line. And no, they aren't one of those special people -- they're just off. Something about their brains doesn't register social courtesy.

The Fremont train was the next train, and the stinky guy got on in front of everyone else, including yours truly. Since I'm invisible girl, I had to calm myself down and just face reality -- we were all getting on the train and there were plenty of seats, so be invisible and hope for the best. But I had to wonder, was there a sign on my back saying: I'm invisible, go ahead and ignore the fact that I am really here?

Stinky guy took the train all the way to Fremont, and somehow I got off the train before he did. Surprised he didn't walk right through me.