For New Year’s Eve, I Almost Punched a Real Live Jerk in the Head!
So, there we were, out to dinner to celebrate New Year’s Eve.
It was an early dinner – we had reservations for 6pm. It was myself, my wife, our three daughters (ages 12 -21), and one of our daughter’s friends. So, me and 5 females.
We had dinner at one of the Japanese restaurants where they cook at your table. You know: the chef almost burns your eye-brows off, he makes an onion volcano, and he flips shrimp into your mouth.
All was great. All with one exception. The idiot at the other table.
I honestly didn’t notice him at all until he was getting up to leave. It was his t-shirt that caught my attention. Lettering on the shirt said, “Yes, I’m the F***ing Man!.” Except, the *** was not in his shirt. It was the actual letters. spelling out a very bad word.
Immediately, I felt my blood pressure rise, and I wanted to confront this guy. Luckily, I didn’t. I haven’t hit anyone since Kenny Fields in the seventh grade, but I really wanted to hit this guy. Or at least say something. But, I didn’t. I’ve ruined enough situations with my big mouth, and we were all having such a great time….
I wonder, does this guy have a mother? A wife? Kids? Didn’t anyone say, “Hey, Bob, you might not want to wear that shirt in public. It lowers your IQ by about 100 points….”
What do you think? Would you have said anything to this guy? Is it OK to wear something like this or I’m just being too old-fashioned?