Random Touching at Work
We have a rep from our office supply company who comes once a week to deliver orders and pick up returns. He does this in our mailroom. We talk, but I wouldn’t say we are on intimate terms.
My friend Chelly and I were standing outside the mailroom the other day. I was talking to her, and had my back to incoming traffic. I heard a car pull in and stop, but didn’t turn around to see who it was, since there is always someone parking there to run in to the mailroom.
I was standing with my hands on my hips while we were talking, since it was one of the rare occasions I didn’t have any mail to bring over. Suddenly, there were fingertips lightly moving on my inner elbow. I jumped like I’d been goosed. I turned, and I saw a glimpse of a French cuff and a cufflink glide by.
Why on earth did he feel the need to touch me, and why did he do it in such an intimate manner? Granted, it’s not like he spanked me, but still, inner elbow on a lady you aren’t involved with is pretty intimate in my book, especially when there was no reason for the touch in the first place.
My friend Chelly and I were standing outside the mailroom the other day. I was talking to her, and had my back to incoming traffic. I heard a car pull in and stop, but didn’t turn around to see who it was, since there is always someone parking there to run in to the mailroom.
I was standing with my hands on my hips while we were talking, since it was one of the rare occasions I didn’t have any mail to bring over. Suddenly, there were fingertips lightly moving on my inner elbow. I jumped like I’d been goosed. I turned, and I saw a glimpse of a French cuff and a cufflink glide by.
Why on earth did he feel the need to touch me, and why did he do it in such an intimate manner? Granted, it’s not like he spanked me, but still, inner elbow on a lady you aren’t involved with is pretty intimate in my book, especially when there was no reason for the touch in the first place.