My Wife and I went for pedicures yesterday. I always go en drab. I pull off my socks & shoes and take my seat beside my wife. My toenails are always bright red. There's this gray haired man in his 60's sitting there waiting on his wife. (she was fat & ugly - haha) He's on a cellphone the whole time, talking loud, which is rude anyway. I hear him say on the phone: you oughta see this guy getting his toes painted red. I guess he's got some sugar in his tank. Why wife asks me... did you hear that?
Now, I'm not happy. I'm 6'1" 250, and my natural instinct was to take his phone and make him eat it. But... I kept thinking... if you go start something and end up knocking that man out, you're gonna end up in jail. So, everytime he looked at me, I smiled at him. About 10 minutes later, him and his old bat left. That bothered me the rest of the day. I think I did right by not confronting him, but what I do is my business. I wanted to say something to him, but feared that he would say something smartassed and I would have had the last word. It spoiled what is usually a fun thing for me.