Maybe it was the rose perfume I was wearing at the Mines today, or just a really good hair day...but strangers and bare acquaintances were insisting on touching me. And me without any sharp pokey things to poke with...
First there was one cow-irker, then another, then a docent and finally a patron or two. It was mostly patting my shoulder or touching my elbow gently, but one was describing another co-worker with long hair by trying to touch my back. I managed to sidle off a little and gave the over-the-glasses disapproving look. (I learned it from Shamu. Nobody shows disapproval quite like a rabbit.) I dunno, Maybe it's just the dark coldness of winter or something that's making people crave human contact, and I'm rosy-cheeked and approachable-looking...or at least look like someone who won't try to judo-chop them too hard if they try. Alas, while wearing my polyester finery, the judo-chopping is not allowable, but I should practice my disapproving stare until I can make things melt by looking at them hard enough...
Hey, watch the hand there! My elbow, not yours!
*slaps wrist*
First there was one cow-irker, then another, then a docent and finally a patron or two. It was mostly patting my shoulder or touching my elbow gently, but one was describing another co-worker with long hair by trying to touch my back. I managed to sidle off a little and gave the over-the-glasses disapproving look. (I learned it from Shamu. Nobody shows disapproval quite like a rabbit.) I dunno, Maybe it's just the dark coldness of winter or something that's making people crave human contact, and I'm rosy-cheeked and approachable-looking...or at least look like someone who won't try to judo-chop them too hard if they try. Alas, while wearing my polyester finery, the judo-chopping is not allowable, but I should practice my disapproving stare until I can make things melt by looking at them hard enough...
Hey, watch the hand there! My elbow, not yours!
*slaps wrist*