We were in a booth. At the bar there was a guy, with a girl, and he was fingering the top of her ass and her panties. He was wearing a baggy gray sweatshirt, cream colored shorts, and those sneakers that Teva makes that have a huge tread for your cross country needs. How could someone dressed so poorly be in a position to stick his fingers under a girl’s panties in a bar. She must look like a sea creature. She would turn around and it would be like the last stab of a Twilight Zone episode. I had to know.
Make a noise, I said, and with no hesitation my date swept her martini glass onto the floor. It shattered loudly. Women can still surprise you.
The whole room turned to look. The girl was not bad looking. Who knew.