No no! LOL
The guy that shouted at me was apparently very upset at his mother and all women in general and decided that while I was trying to pick out a bag of chips in the HEB, he'd tell me all about it at the top of his lungs. He came charging down the aisle, shouting about it.
Needless to say, I left without any chips.
This was years ago, in Austin, when Steve and I were first married.
There's a great song by an outfit known as "Was (Not was)" called "Needless to say, the party broke up".
Good song.
It's from the album "Born to laugh a tornados".
Heh.
So... there I was at thirty thousand feet when... all of a sudden... outta nowhere...