Well, 80 y o version of punking anyway. Walking downtown, my 80 y o Mother sees some skeevy looking dude approach her, taking notice of his odd getup, she knew was something was up. It had happened once before, 30 years ago. Trench coat, bowler type hat pulled down low and sunglasses. Straight out of central casting. "Before he even asked for the time, I was onto his game. As he asked, I looked at my watch, and could see he was opening his trench coat. You know how when something happens, and after, you wish you would've had a clever comeback. Well, I knew what I'd say if I ever had the chance again. What I didn't say in 1988.Though I never looked down then either, ha. I looked him square in the eye, coat open, and sick smile on his face, I told him: 'Time for you to put some britches on you sick puppy. You must be a Ute fan (I might've added that last part) THAT"S what time it is!' Ha, his pervert smile disappeared. DENIED! He looked as if though I'd punched him in the face. You know, it might've even been the same guy, right age, but his hair was much whiter than before."

I had a question for her, based on that comment. "I thought you said his hat pulled was pulled down low?" "I did, I wasn't talking about that hair. Even old people have peripheral vision ya know." I laughed my butt off. As did she. Then she continued amazing me. "I'm a single mom of 5 kids. Did this weasel think flashing his weiner at me was gonna make me lose my mind? I'm a tough ol' broad, you gotta be kidding me." Ha. "Mom, that doesn't sound like you, tough ol' broad?" "Well, I am aren't I?" Ha, yep, Mom, you are. And the best Mom a dude could ever ask for. She was so proud of herself, a few minutes later, I received a group email w/ the whole story. How she punked that sicko and taught him a lesson.