Reader Dave sent me a link to a young Southern lady not taking crap from an abusive idiot. You gotta love it.
Southern Women are genetically designed to inflict several orders of damage above what her physique would indicate. Sort of like what a couple of ounces of C4 would do to your nuts if detonated.
I have been married to one for over three decades and have the scars to prove it. Why do you guys thing I made and carry my “Oh S**t!” kit, for my health? Wait, I actually do it for my health. Never mind.
Just don’t mess with Southern Women.
Word to the wise.
If there was more of this, the whole Pound Me Too (#MeToo) thing would never have been needed.
My wife is a Jersey girl. There’s a joke about a newlywed guy asking his wife to make him dinner, and the punchline is that he didn’t eat for four days. Took that long for the swollen black eyes to go down enough so he could see to cook his own dinner.
“southern Belle’s are hell at night”
Western women have a frontier spirit as well. Mom tells the story that after they were married, her mom ceremoniously presented her with a cast iron frying pan. The instructions were to use it if dad ever got out of line. Dad jokingly said something to the effect that do think you can really hit me with that, to which mom replied you’ve gotta sleep sometime. All in good fun (mostly) but dad never got out of line and they were happily married for over fifty years. By the way, mom could outshoot both dad and I.
I find it incomprehensible that anybody could think grabbing a stranger is even remotely appropriate. WTF was this bozo thinking, or not thinking? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
He might get away with it in Hollywood, where all the waitresses are actresses and all the customers are potential producers, but not in the real world.
I’m guessing alcohol had something to do with this. Poor judgement notwithstanding.