reasons you should not pat my head on the subway, a poem

[rm]

I don't know you.
I did not give you permission.
I am not a small child.
Or a dog.
We are not playing Duck, Duck, Goose.
Where have your hands been?
I hate you.

Clear?

Comments

[nicoli-dominn.livejournal.com]

People: clearly still three years old. Seriously, that was the last time I ever touched a stranger unbidden. She had a fur coat and I wanted to pet her "kitty." (Thinking back on the incident, I wonder if she was more perturbed with my wanting to touch her coat or with my making an inadvertent sexual reference.)

In any case, what a frikkin' numbskull. I hate that person on your behalf. Why did s/he want to pat your head, anyway?