Just after my lab finished this afternoon, I stopped at a little diner on the way home. I had a T-bone steak. The waitress was a very pretty, sweet hispanic lady with long thick brown hair and very thick eye lashes. She had a pleasant smile and that latina sparkle in the eyes. I was eating my steak when another patron got in, drunk, disheveled, unshaven, very loud and obnoxious. About 50 years old I'd say. He sat at the table behind mine and when the waitress brought the menu, he started making lude remarks about giving her a good time, that he had enough money to pay her, etc...
She left him a menu and when she came back a few minutes later to take his order, he started telling her stuff in Spanish. At one point he raised his tone and talked about having had better in Tijuana. I don't speak Spanish but that part he said in English. He then said something about pecos or whatever and she slapped him. The bastard then just grabbed her breast and squeezed and held on tight. She shrieked in pain and I got up really fast, and went to remove his hand. I managed to do that and he jumped me. The guy was French from France so now I understood what he was saying as he was calling me 'métèque...ordure' and calling her 'poufiasse'. Anyway, we wrestled standing up and then fell on the floor and then I managed to get on top of him and basically just pounded his face until he went unconscious. The police arrived a couple of minutes later (they are never far from the Byward Market) and they took took statements from the waitress and took the guy away. Curiously, they did not ask me a thing except if I was OK.
My right hand hurts but ice is helping. I think I threw my back. I used muscles that are basically deconditioned because of my CFS. I am sore all over. I am pretty sure that if that guy would have been sober, he would have won the fight. He looked like someone who has fought a lot more than me in his life. The waitress thanked me and kissed me on the cheek. She said I was a sweet gentleman.
Damn! I hate drunks. And I hate violence. Damn I'm sore! :|
A View To A Kill (Duran Duran)
She left him a menu and when she came back a few minutes later to take his order, he started telling her stuff in Spanish. At one point he raised his tone and talked about having had better in Tijuana. I don't speak Spanish but that part he said in English. He then said something about pecos or whatever and she slapped him. The bastard then just grabbed her breast and squeezed and held on tight. She shrieked in pain and I got up really fast, and went to remove his hand. I managed to do that and he jumped me. The guy was French from France so now I understood what he was saying as he was calling me 'métèque...ordure' and calling her 'poufiasse'. Anyway, we wrestled standing up and then fell on the floor and then I managed to get on top of him and basically just pounded his face until he went unconscious. The police arrived a couple of minutes later (they are never far from the Byward Market) and they took took statements from the waitress and took the guy away. Curiously, they did not ask me a thing except if I was OK.
My right hand hurts but ice is helping. I think I threw my back. I used muscles that are basically deconditioned because of my CFS. I am sore all over. I am pretty sure that if that guy would have been sober, he would have won the fight. He looked like someone who has fought a lot more than me in his life. The waitress thanked me and kissed me on the cheek. She said I was a sweet gentleman.
Damn! I hate drunks. And I hate violence. Damn I'm sore! :|
A View To A Kill (Duran Duran)
i hope to never meet you in a dark alley 
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