On a recent vacation, I had a strong desire to knock the taste out of someone's mouth. During the typical security procedures, this knucklehead, and his nine-year-old kid, were doing everything possible in my mind, to make a less than fun, but necessary process, a real pain.
As the week went on, I saw this same person in conflicts with other people, regarding, for the most part, the same type thing. At one point, I thought I might see a fist fight.
That got me to thinking about when, where, and why, my last fist fight happened. It seems to be a lost art, two people nose to nose, sizing each other up, but way back when fighting didn't involve friends or guns. When I look back, it was of course idiotic, as were my thoughts of this dipstick, but a part of life.
So please disclose the last one you hit or wanted to...just for laughs.
As the week went on, I saw this same person in conflicts with other people, regarding, for the most part, the same type thing. At one point, I thought I might see a fist fight.
That got me to thinking about when, where, and why, my last fist fight happened. It seems to be a lost art, two people nose to nose, sizing each other up, but way back when fighting didn't involve friends or guns. When I look back, it was of course idiotic, as were my thoughts of this dipstick, but a part of life.
So please disclose the last one you hit or wanted to...just for laughs.