Tense changes abound, but I care not.

I hate it when people I don't know think it's okay to touch my hair. Today at work, a random gay guy (yeah, I'm using gay as a descriptor- sue me for being so un-PC as to have the nerve to do that) screams, "Warm fuzzies!!!!" and starts rubbing his hands all over my head! I had no idea what to say, so I just stood there, staring. Then he bends his head down and says, "Now you do it to me!" I couldn't do it. I can't just fondle all over someone like that, especially when I know it's not going to get me anywhere. :oP

And as if practically rubbing the hair off my head wasn't enough, he pulls me into this insane hug, which causes my nose to be painfully smashed against his coatsleeve. Of course, I didn't point out the two little wet snotty patches I left behind. I'm evil.

Something else happened at work, but I don't remember what it was. Damn.

How do we feel about flash-cards as a sex toy?