Anyone Know the Address for Dear Abby?

Okay, so he's absolutely adorable, but here's a peeve...

Everywhere we go, people talk about Ben's hair. Now, I know redheads aren't extremely common, but they're not extremely rare, either. I married one. Her mother, sister, cousins, aunt, uncle, are all red headed. I have several red-headed cousins. One is the son of my father's twin sister. My grandfather was a red head when he was a kid. So clearly, it's in the genes. 

But can I mention again that I MARRIED a red head? So most places where this irritation occurs, she's present as well. 

Still, people ask. Constantly. They bound over innocent bystanders in restaurants. They leave their carts full of groceries and walk over to our line at Kroger. They call over their spouses in Target to "come look at this redheaded boy...!"

"Where on earth did he get that red hair?"

I guess I should be flattered, and I'm actually dismayed that I haven't posted this before now, but the following story takes the cake. 

Dear Abby,

You'll never believe this one. 

A few weeks back, Jenny and I were at the Dollar Store at the bottom of Cantrell hill. We had a few things we needed to get for his birthday party, and we aren't exactly close to a Wal-Mart. Now, you never know who you're going to see in there, much less what you're going to find to buy. Dollar Tree is a fount of bargain-priced goods and socially-awkward shoppers. 

One of the funniest people I have ever seen shopping in this particular store was a postal worker...in full gear, drinking an Icee and listening to her iPod. In the middle of the day. Your taxdollars at work, my friends. 

Okay, so back to this particular morning. We were stocking up on plastic ware, tissue paper, gift bags, party favors, etc, when this crazy lady makes a b-line for Benjamin. Without asking us his name, or even if she can touch him, she starts rubbing his hair. And I don't mean patting. I mean rubbing...messing-up...seriously re-arranging the kid's follicles. 

She looked straight at us and said, "You know, it's good luck to rub a red head..."

As if this weren't strange enough, she then turns to Jenny - who had completely made herself up for our errand running - and began to rub Jenny's hair. She totally put her hands on my wife's head and began to move those hands about. A COMPLETE STRANGER. 

Is this acceptable anywhere? Have we lost all sense of boundaries? Are people completely out of touch with social mores? I think we must have just stood there with dumbfounded looks on our faces for at least two minutes. 

True Story.