this morning #1868.

this morning, some young punk flashed a sly, suggestive look at my wife’s chest as he was walking past & i don’t know what happened. something inside of me snapped. my immediate instinct was to throw a punch but i chose to hold back. contain my rage. breathe in deep. need to keep my blood pressure down. she didn’t even notice his obvious ogling but i sure did. the gall of this horny twenty-something shmuck. leering at her while i’m standing right there. acting like i don’t exist. if this was thirty years ago, i would’ve told my wife to step aside. given that guy a proper whooping. shown him who’s boss. it’s just not right. you don’t do that sort of thing to your fellow man unless you’re looking for a fight.