[life] please don't touch me

It just wouldn't have been a memorable last day of serving if some skeezy old dude hadn't asked me if I were on the menu and then, as he was leaving, put his arm around me and told me he'd "see me around."

Why oh why is it that when you are in the service industry, waiting tables especially, people think that they can touch you? Just because I pour your coffee doesn't mean that you are granted access to my touch bubble.

Do not. Touch. Your server.

What makes it worse is that for some reason I was too brain-stunned to tell Mr. Touchy-Feely off properly. All I could do was twist away from him and say, "Okay then!" in this weirded out high pitched voice. So much for all my dreams of last-day-on-the-job righteous ranting. The perfect opportunity to lay my wrath down and I feebed out.

Oh well. My manager gave me a plant and a whoooooole lotta chocolate. Chocolate always makes things better.