I work at an auction. I hold stuff up while people are bidding on it, then take it to whoever buys it. A lot of the people come every time we have an auction (Sat. and Wed.) and I've gotten to know a few of them quite wel. So, I was taking something to one of the regulars and as I handed it to her she touched my arm and said, "Oh, did your cat scratch you?" I froze and then mumbled a "yeah, umm.. cats." and scurried off. After that every time she bought soemthing I was holding she kinda eyed my arms and smiled at me.
After the auction I was outside smoking and she asked me to help her load a dresser and I, being the tough show off, said of course. By the time we got it loaded, and I got paid most of the other people were gone and she was like "We need to have a chat."
I felt cornered but I told her I would rather talk outside so we wandered to the end of the parking lot and then started to talk. She asked me why I cut, and I tried my hardest to explain. She said that she doesn't think less of me because of it. She wants to help me quit.
She hugged me.
I usually won't admit it, but hugs always make me feel better. And get this:
She. Didn't. Ask.
People are usually scared to touch me, and won't hug me unless they ask first, but she just hugged me.
So, this was totally an awesome day.