So, yesterday, got called to help somebody over in patio furniture. A woman asking me several questions about a particular patio set, and stroking my arm several times. Umm, awkward?
She decided on a certain set and had me put it on hold for her because she lacked a large-enough vehicle to bring it home.
Now, this morning. Got a call to bring this patio set out for the lady. She reached over and petted my arm while I was loading the box into her SUV. When I finished, she offered me a high-five, which isn't bad, but then she stroked my arm AGAIN.
I feel unclean.
She decided on a certain set and had me put it on hold for her because she lacked a large-enough vehicle to bring it home.
Now, this morning. Got a call to bring this patio set out for the lady. She reached over and petted my arm while I was loading the box into her SUV. When I finished, she offered me a high-five, which isn't bad, but then she stroked my arm AGAIN.
I feel unclean.
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