Whilst visiting Atlanta this weekend, I may or may not have lost my temper with a guy who clearly had no idea how scary I can be when mad (and wearing a one shoulder top – evidently I see them as bulletproof vests). Anyway, the poor guy was visibly shaken by the time I got through giving him a piece of my mind.
What am I, Mel Gibson? Yikes. I have felt terrible about this incident since the morning after the Red Bull and vodka wore off. It’s like I picked a fight with a kitten.
In my defense, however, the kitten started it.
Oh, SNAP!
I pick my battles very very carefully.
WOW! I never saw this side
LB, we won't go into what side of me you saw. Let me apologize for that – I was young(ish).