All was smooth & easy…you know,getting through the day with a little lift,not right for me,anxious,depressed,& stressful. I thought it might be sort of a good day. It was going as well as it good,with that little left…until the Good Wheel store,in the check out line. I backed up & into an old man…old to me anyway. I didn’t know what I had hit,but after sitting on a bench I know. I looked at him a 2nd & began to creep out,so much so I wanted to scrub my back on a wall,bathe,& change my shirt. I still want to scrub my back on the wall. I feel grossed out! My back feels weird & violated. The damn old dude never did say a word. I rushed ahead & sat on the bench. I think I will change my clothes…maybe rubbed my back on the wall for awhile.