There's a particular kind of Older White Lady that appears to think that casual touch between apparently-female acquaintances is completely okay and always welcome, and my choir is full of them. They're all very nice otherwise, but still.

The worst part is - well, no, the worst part is the touching itself. But the second worst part is that, somehow, if I flinch or take a step back or say something, suddenly I am the one who's committed a faux pas. Ugh.