I used to wear my hair in an ultra short do. One day, while shopping in a bazaar, I was crouched down looking at handknit gloves, when I felt someone's hand on top of my head. It startled me and I looked up to find a woman, whom I had never in my life met. She giggled and said "I just couldn't resist rubbing the top of your head. You don't mind, do you?" I replied "Yes, I do. You don't know me well enough to be rubbing my head for any reason." Then I said "And I suppose you rub the bellies of pregnant women?" To which she replied "Oh, yes. It feels so neat!" I glared at her and she finally walked away but she thought I was making nice with her.

The moral of all this is that there is no accounting for the rudeness of some people.