I was standing in CVS with my girlfriend, looking at coffee filters and such when a woman, who Pri (foresaid girlfriend) says must have been around 60, grabbed my ass. Wow...

She looked and reminded me of my grandma.

Now that doesn't happen everyday.

If I were to write a screen play, the moment that the main character realizes that there is nothing she can do about her prediciment would be filled with the noise of 50 loud, randomly, squaking geese. That is the noise of insanity.