DEAR MISS MANNERS: I was eating lunch at a public counter yesterday when an elderly lady (a stranger) came up to me, put her arm around me and started talking. I was so startled that I just responded, "Please don't touch me!" in a loud voice.
She backed up and murmured something, and her male companion said something under his breath. Was there a better way for me to have responded?
GENTLE READER: Probably. Miss Manners is given to a more genteel squeal in such instances.
But as this was a stranger, and you didn't know her intentions or her state of mental health, your reaction was acceptable and the message the same: Do not startle a stranger if you do not want a startled reaction.
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Or she was attempting to inform the LW of something discreetly.
Either way, it seems like a major over reaction and actually probably came across as hateful.
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But it's like people have lost all the ability to be polite.
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What if this elderly lady thought that was her grandchild from behind?
It could have been anything, it could have been nothing.
In a public space, I just think a little politeness wouldn't hurt.
"Oh gosh, you startled me" as you move away would have been better.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
How about, "I'm sorry. Do I know you?" As you step away.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
If someone touches me unexpectedly, my first instinct is to pull away - even if I know them. So if it were a stranger, I am not sure how I would react. It would depend on where I was, if it was crowded, if I was with the kids or alone etc.
I would never judge someone else's reaction. You have no idea what their history is. Their memories of touch may be tragic and traumatic. I would never expect every person to be able to respond the way I deem appropriate. I have not walked in their shoes. They might be doing the best they can.
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