Another etiquette thread, sort of.
So here’s the sitch. I am not a hugger, at least not to all and sundry. That’s not to say I won’t EVER hug: rather, that I only hug a certain group of people. My wife; our kids; my stepdaughter; two of my five sisters; one of my two brothers; and my favorite niece. I’ll hug people not on that list at funerals and other emotionally fraught occasions, but generally not otherwise.
Okay, enough background.
On Saturday, my wife & I took my dad grocery shopping, something we do one of every four weekends. While at Kroger we ran into a fellow I’ll call “Carl,” whom I worked with at my first job a quarter century ago and who is now the associate pastor at his father’s church, one of several churches my father attends regularly. (Dad would go to church every day if he could.) Carl affects to like me, which I think insincere; I don’t like him and never have. On the infrequent occasions we run into one another he tries to hug me; each time I demur. The last time I saw Carl was at one of my cousin’s funeral earlier this year. When he saw me before the service he insisted on giving me a hug, which I tolerated because of the occasion. After the service he tried to give me another one, at which time I pushed him at arm’s length and told him that I do not enjoy hugging, which he insisted could not be true “because everybody needs hugs.”
Anywho–Dad, Wife, Baby Daughter and I run into Carl at Kroger’s. Carl declares that he’s going to give me a hug. I’m not having it, so I try for a handshake, and when he keeps at it I push him back–not onto his ass, though I thought about it, but hard enough that he had to fight to keep his balance. He left in a huff.
My wife was half amused by this, half grateful I didn’t stomp on Carl’s instep. Dad was vexed, later saying that I’d embarrassed him in front of one of his church folk. Baby Daughter, being two years old, has no real idea what is going on as she was busy being the most beautiful little girl north, south, east, and west of the Pecos.
And then there’s you folks. Should I have allowed Carl to hug me? For that matter, how do you handle unwanted hugs?