Oh, the crazies. They come out of the woodwork once you get a bump.
Sadly, I didn’t have to think very hard for this comic. Each panel is based on something that has happened to me in real life. I probably could have made several more panels on this topic, come to think of it.
Oddly enough, the one I was warned about most is “the toucher.” People hate “the toucher,” and yet this is the one that bothered me least. I attribute this to teaching art to Kindergartners. They’re all touchers and have no concept of personal space. In addition, they’re short. So instead of tapping you on the back to get your attention because they’ve forgotten your name, you spend an hour each day getting tenuous pokes on the butt, because that’s all they can reach. So I’m used to randomly bodily petting.
“The belly whisperer” is the one that bothers me most. It’s always men. They’re always at eye-level with your vagina. And you are always not-invited to the conversation.
“The soothsayer” I took some liberty with. Really, the worst I’ve gotten is zodiac sign-related predictions. Thus far, the only one to have predicted a future presidency for my son has been me.