Not long ago I had a car full of teenagers. Two high school girls in the back, and a sophomore guy in the front...we'll call him Joe-Joe.
I felt rather hip as I was going to be cruising through town with three fashionable teenagers. I put the keys in the ignition of my Volvo (which, by the way my students want to submit to "Pimp My Ride" and turn it into a Jesus-mobile), and went to shift gears. Apparently my depth perception was off because instead of grabbing the gear stick, I grabbed Joe-Joe's leg. Not a brief touch, not a brushing of fingertips, but a full out leg grab. My action was met with a yelp and cry, "PASTOR AMANDA I'M UNCOMFORTABLE!"
Sorry about that, Joe-Joe.