. . .minding my own business. Just sitting back breathing in all the bacteria that’s holding this place together to give my immune system a workout when this woman grabs my arm. I look at her and she’s a classy grandam you’d find in your sophisticated drunk tank.
“Ya wanna bust a nut?” She says, most coquetteshly.
I smiled and said, “Some times you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t.” I polished off the remnants of my beer and exited.