I was enjoying a few cold ones at the bar next door to my motel. I was having a pretty good time talking with my fellow drivers and some locals while wacthing first a baseball game and then some racing on the tv.

We were all having a good time and pretty much just cutting up, telling jokes and lies. Of course I was knitting too, as is my way. At one point this guy came in, a fellow driver, and sat down at the bar a couple stools down from me. He seemed ok at first.

After a bit, in the midst of our merry-making, he made a rather rude comment about my knitting. Folks got sort of quiet at that point, but I made a humorous remark and tried to just brush it off. He didn't get the point.

He pressed on with his rudeness, basically saying that I must be gay because of my knitting. Well, as patient and easy going as I am he pushed me past my point (we all have one) and I walked over and slugged him.

I hit him hard enough to knock him off his stool and to communicate my feelings, but not hard enough to do any serious damage. He got up and took a swing at me, which I easily dodged, and I hit him again, just a tad harder than the first time. As he got up again several guys grabbed him and dragged him out the door while a couple of others got between us and tried to convince me that he wasn't worth the trouble. I agreed and sat back down.

I don't know what's wrong with some people, but sometimes they just need a good smack in the head to try and set them right. Probably didn't do any good in this guy's case, but I have to admit that it made me feel a bit better.

The other folks in the bar agreed that he deserved it and were glad that he was gone. Myself, I ordered a BBQ sandwich to go, finished my beer, and returned to the motel.

I don't go out to get into fights, I go out to relax, enjoy a bit of socializing, and just enjoy the evening. Jackasses like that just ruin the whole mood. If I run across him again I am pretty sure I'll probably slug him again just for ruining my evening.