| I'm waiting for a table with my dad and my best friend at a Mexican restaurant in my hometown when some dude puts his hands on my waist, let's them linger, and then finally manuevers around me, heading back to his table from the bathroom, I'm assuming. I spin around and say loudly, "DO NOT TOUCH ME!" Surprisingly, he looks back and waits for me to make eye contact. Perhaps drunkenly (not really the point here), he says sorry. You know, I don't give a shit, man. You're probably just sorry because you know that's my daddy and you don't want me to tell your wife and kids in your corner booth. Stupid son of a bitch. |
