The first time I ever went to a gallery show (nowhere near as schmancy, just a local artist in Virginia) I did not know you weren't supposed to touch paintings. (Probably age 11 or 12.) And I was never an over-curious child, I knew how to keep my hands to myself; touch just seemed to be a natural extension of looking at it. I still remember how mortified I was when everyone yelled at me as if I'd taken a big crap in the middle of the floor. :D
Hey, at least you didn't know. I knew and there was a security guard giving us the evil eye the whole time, too. My overwhelming compulsion lead me to say, for the first and probably last time in my life, "Quick create a diversion!" XD
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