Monday, April 12, 2010
Peeved
I always struggle when people ask me what my pet peeves are, mostly because I don't really think about them very often. Recently one of them came up, however, and I would like to record it for posterity. I hate it when strangers or people I don't know well touch me. Absolutely hate it. Let me live my life in my bubble of urban isolation. Do not touch my arm or my back or my belly. If you need to move around me, contort yourself so you can squeeze past with no physical contact or wait for me to move. That is all.
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But then we would never have met.
ReplyDeleteWait--who touches your belly?! I recommend punching. It only takes once to teach them that touching is no bueno.
ReplyDeleteNobody actually touches my belly. I felt like I was getting too whiny, so I threw in something a little less serious.
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