Nope, not touchy at all.. matter of fact I wish people would quit being so touchy feely.. I don't need no hugs from hippies, jehovah witness, or door to door vacuum salesmen!
You remember door to door vacuum salesmen? I think the last one I ever saw was very late 70's or early 80's. Dude come in with his Rainbow vacuum or some such. Asked mamaw to go get her vacuum and they'd have a test to see which was the better vacuum. Now my mamaw was a "take your shoes off outside, and if your britches are dirty leave them there too" kinda gal. . She called women who used mops "lazy bitches" (only time I ever heard her cuss) because a real woman got down on her hands and knees to clean a floor proper.. I tell you that so you can imagine this. Dude poured a bucket of sand out on my mamaws floor. I turned white, I knew what was Fixin to happen. My mamaw came back down the stars, saw that pile of dirt, looked at me, I pointed at him, she grabbed a book end off the shelf and literally started beating this idiot. Took papaw and two uncles (big burley cops, from back when they wanted big, not smart) to pull that little hundred pound woman off that man. They stuffed him in his car but he couldn't drive. Uncle Dallas slid him over and took off, Uncle James hopped in his cruiser (he kept it parked in mamaws driveway) and met uncle Dallas at the hospital to bring him back home... and the whole time me, my sister, and four of my cousins were rolling! And a door to door vacuum dealer never came back to 606, Highway 1304, Bimble, Ky... lol.