A Serious Place, Naturally
In a place where work and serious conversations are supposed to happen, there exists a very special character: Mr. Touchy.
His name comes from a simple habit — touching women.
Age is irrelevant. Context is optional. Boundaries are theoretical.
If there is a woman in his class, he will find a way to touch her.
Touching, however, is not always enough. Occasionally, he spices things up with sexual innuendos. And since he is an old man, that becomes his all-purpose escape card. Accountability, apparently, has an age limit.
Was he born like this, or did life carefully shape him into this final form? Science may never know.
The Tea Obsession
For reasons known only to him, Mr. Touchy developed a deep emotional attachment to my cup of tea.
Every time I drink tea, he finds a reason to touch the cup.
Not the table.
Not the chair.
The cup.
I can only hope this fascination doesn’t evolve into verbal flirtation or symbolic commentary later. One step at a time, I suppose.
Professional Laziness, Mastered
Mr. Touchy is also impressively lazy.
If I don’t understand what he says and ask him to repeat or explain, he immediately shows visible dissatisfaction and replies with a classic:
“No, forget it.”
Then comes the critique.
He reminds me that I don’t speak the language of Mickey Mouse very well — which is true, considering I’m not Mickey Mouse–bred.
Instead of doing his job by explaining, slowing down, or clarifying, he chooses the more efficient path: criticism followed by scheduling another session, presumably to waste even more time next time.
Consistency matters.
Finger Pointing and Other Advanced Techniques
Mr. Touchy also enjoys pointing at me when I’m not looking, signaling a woman to talk to me. When caught in the act, he quickly switches to a smirk and asks,
“Are you okay?”
I assume this is a distraction tactic — giving him enough time to return to his true passion: touching my cup of tea.
Tea Envy
Every time I take a sip, Mr. Touchy looks dissatisfied.
I can only assume jealousy.
Despite being allowed to drink whatever he wants — coffee, water, mysterious liquids — he is deeply disturbed by my tea. He seems emotionally invested in stopping me from drinking it at all costs.
Why the tea threatens him so deeply remains unclear.
But one thing is certain:
Mr. Touchy doesn’t just cross boundaries — he studies them carefully, then ignores them with confidence.
