Usually it’s my shoulder. BAM! Full force.
When up in Jersey, I had a female friend and we’d pretend to be a married couple sometimes ’cause neither one of us wanted to date anybody but had no interest in each other either.
We’d walk randomly around down in the evening or middle of the night, looking for a place to eat or find random people.
She got VERY adept at throwing her arm out across my chest to stop me from walking across the street or saying, “Ken, POLE!” ’cause I’d be deep in thought in the times we weren’t talking and… BAM. owie.