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Tuesday
09Sep2008

One Tiny Step Backwards...

DateTuesday, September 9, 2008 at 12:16PM

I once stepped backwards in a way that advanced my general well-being and my status among the men that I worked with.  When I was young and cute and bubbly, I worked in an oil tool company in Houston.  I was in sales, but I had a lot of contact with the engineers because of special orders and so on.  One of the engineers, doubtless enchanted, started getting just a little too friendly and one day gave me a big hug (big, real big) from behind while I was waiting in line to get my lunch out of the vending machine.  I didn't know who it was- I just acted reflexively and stepped back, hard, on his right instep.  He shouted in pain and when I turned around, I realized it was my "friend." He was beet red and agape as he stared in angry surprise.  I recall just looking at him, unapologetically.  He hobbled off and never spoke to me again.  Never grabbed me, either.

Step right up, Joe.  Give us a hug.

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Clod that he was, your reaction was understated.

I hope you were wearing high heels.
September 9, 2008 | Unregistered Commenteraelfheld
Like most Southerners and Westerners, I have pretty strict requirements about personal space. When I worked in a big city ER, we got a new doctor who showed his insecurity in a lot of ways, and one of them was that "dominance hug" like you saw John Kerry always giving John Edwards. I kept telling him not to do it, until one night, I'd had enough. I picked up his thumb from my right shoulder and, holding it in the air, spun my self around. I declaimed, "So, Dr. B___. Are you coming on to me or what?" My corporeal self was inviolate from then on.
September 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMichael
Talk about hypocrisy, Michael. I KNOW you make a living violating personal space. Whoo, mama...
September 10, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterbbmoe

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