This happened last Saturday night...and I'm still irked about it:
My mother was in the area for the weekend, and I went to meet her and spend a couple of days with her at her hotel. This was not a purely social visit. She was in on business, but we had some time together.
I drove the hour or so to the hotel, after leaving work on Saturday afternoon. When I arrived, my mother told me that I was invited to a group dinner with her. We carpooled to the restaurant, with a few other folks from the organization, who were going to the dinner. (Not using my car...and she didn't have one.)
On the way out of the restaurant, going back to the car, one of the "gentlemen" in the party, began making some crass comments about my "rear movement" being "exceptional." (I was walking ahead of him. He was walking with my mother.)
I'm hearing this, and turned to give the "icy stare of doom." But it was to no avail. My mother said, "That's my daughter, I'll have you know." To which he replied something about "good bloodlines and pedigree."
It was then I turned and said, "That'll do, thanks." When he commented further, I pointedly told him he was going to get hurt, if he continued. He finally stopped...until we were in the process of getting into the car.
As I was getting into the back seat, he reached down and grabbed my bottom! "Oh yeah. That's definitely quality there." I was both flabbergasted and furious!
That's when I stopped getting into the car, planted my feet and said, "Well, turnabout is fair play, Sparky. Let's contrast and compare!" And then grabbed his bottom the same way...which shocked the snot out of him. And then said, "Hmm...I guess what they say about gravity in the older person, is true. Oh well..."
(I thought, 'If you think I'm going to get all flustered and flummoxed here, you're sadly mistaken, you old coot! If you think you can put your hands on me, then I have permission to do the same back to ya!' And I also thought, 'Oh great. I'm in a group of people I don't know, this Donkey is out of control, and I have to figure out how to make my point, without making an bacon-fed knave of myself. So slapping him silly, wouldn't have been a good choice.)
He recovered by saying, "Oh that's gonna keep me goin' all night!" To which I replied, "Well it would have been a short night regardless. You're just lucky I have a sense of humor. And I strongly suggest you not push it further."
The other people in the car were laughing and shocked that I had the audacity to give back as good as I got. And the "gentleman" in question, finally wilted in the front seat, on the way back to the hotel.
Now mind you, I'm 44 years old. This guy is every bit of 75, if he's a day...and my mother is 69. What I also didn't realize, is that I knew this old codger, when I was a kid...30 years ago...but he had no idea who he was messing with. He never pulled such a thing with me as a kid...but always fancied himself quite the ladies' man. So I guess the thought of a new "playmate," gave the old Donkey, what he thought, was carte blanche, to be a jerk.
He found out differently. And I'm still seething! Y'know, I have as good (if not better) sense of humor as the next girl. I don't mind playful teasing...even from a relative stranger...in the right environment. But when someone crosses the line, they're gonna get it! I'm just glad I didn't have to really light it up in neon for him!