I LOVE it when people touch my hair, shoulders, ears and backs without warning me, it's the best feeling in the world and has never caused me to have a meltdown so bad that I couldn't do anything but cry or act like a statue for half an hour.
I love it when people move my stuff. I wish more people would take the small route between my table and someone else's table and knock my pencil case on a diagonal angle, it's not like I just spent the last few minutes getting it just perfect.
I hate it when my food is separated, I just love the taste of my McDonald fries mixed with your burger.
(I could go on, but I'm satisfied now.)