For the next hour I did pretty well at not touching anyone. This was easier said than done. I had to put a real effort in, I had no idea just how many people I touched in one shift until now.
I've never been a real touchy-feely person, but until I had to make sure I wasn't touching anyone I didn't realize just how much flesh to flesh contact I had in one shift at the bar. Much to my chagrin it actually made me slow down between drinks because I was putting extra time into each contact. It wasn't a noticeable difference with each customer but over time it did stack up a little. Not to the point where Paige had to lean over and help me, but it came pretty close once or twice. I was going to have to invest in some lace gloves or something so I can keep working here and maintain my usual rat
