OMG, why did I ever give a Democrat my phone number??

I never answer my phone anyway so that isn't an issue, but I had to unsubscribe to a bunch of things in email because it is just too much every day.

Who else is reading the St. Patrick's Day saga over at Ask a Manager?

Me! If someone at work pinched me at this point in my life, I think I would probably hit them!

Right? Hopefully I give off a vibe of "no touchy" and this would never happen to me.

I, too have a "no touchy" vibe that mostly works. I had to say "at this point in my life", because when I worked at the service desk of the grocery store in high school/college, there was a dirty old man who came in every day as I was putting up the lotto numbers and pinched my waist? As an adult, I now realize that was out of bounds. I was an old man magnet as a young woman, for some reason.

At my old job, there was one woman who always threatened to pinch people on St. Patrick's Day, and -- I look terrible in green and never wear it -- I flatly told her that I consider that assault and she shouldn't be surprised when I physically defended myself.

She huffed away with "It's JUST for FUN, jeez!" To which I replied "Nope, assault is never fun. Keep your hands off me at our place of employment."

People often thought I was a bitch, but I never got pinched. Jesus. How the fuck hard is it for grown-ass adults to actually act like adults?

Half my co-workers are relatives and I've been friends with most of the ones who aren't for over a decade, so I'd probably take it in stride. Random people I don't know well pinching me will result in a fistfight, though.

I've literally never been in any setting where the pinching thing happened! Or at least I don't remember it happening. I don't know if it's because 75% of the kids I grew up around had some Irish heritage, or if everyone just wore green anyway, or what. But among adults? That is NUTS.

We had the pinching thing too. Green was a very fraught color in grammar school though, because wearing green on certain days meant you were "horny" or "gay", and so I never owned any green. Then St. Patrick's came, and you were pinched for not wearing green.

I remember it from grade school.

Last year, someone stuck his head in my office door and pointed out, enthusiastically, that I wasn't wearing green. I offered the fact that my ancestry was French. He didn't take that as an excuse, but when I just stared at him and didn't respond any further, he gave up and walked off.