‘Give us a kiss,’ said the man serving me coffee.
He wasn’t talking to me, but it was just as — if not more — inappropriate. Rather, he was talking to my daughter Violet.
It’s not the first time. In the last two months, two other relative strangers — a neighbour and an old family friend at a wedding — have bent down to my four year old’s level, tapped their cheek in expectation and demanded a kiss from her.
On each occasion I’ve wanted to scream, ‘Don’t ask my daughter to kiss you, it’s creepy!’ I remember being presented with cheeks when I was a kid and feeling the discomfort of such forced intimacy.