The hairdresser thing. And the elevator thing.

Social anxiety is getting flustered at Shopper's and buying a box of Special K that you didn't even want instead of the chocolate you came to buy because you're afraid the cashier will judge you for your purchases. Or leaving Shopper's without everything on your list because you need to get out of there NOW.

Thanks for the link. It's nice to be reminded that I'm not crazy and alone in this.