What personal zone do you infiltrate when standing in line?

So I had to go to the art supply store to get some ink today. Not any art store, the Palo Alto University Art store where all the rich women with art hobbies go to buy there over priced art hobby stuff.

I was in the only person in line when a lady walks up and puts her face in my face and asks "Are you in line?".  Um DUH! I say "yes". She then proceeds to press against me as if we are in a crowded room to get behind me.  I'm like "ok".

She THEN stands up right against me! I mean exaggerate this in your head as much as you can! It was even closer than you can imagine!  After several seconds I take a step forward (we are the ONLY people in line) hoping she stays where she is. She doesn't. She steps right up against me again. So I wait a few more seconds and take another step forward, this time looking at her as to say "bitch, get off my shit!" She does it again.  We do this four times before I get called to my line which was THANKFULLY on the other side of the counter.

Man, bitch cunted my intimate zone! I feel dirty and not like the Jenna's Boobs dirty!
CU Next Tuesday!