Today while walking through the flower section in a shop at the mall I came face to face with a fat man who blatantly stared at me. Initially I wondered - Do I know the man? Not that I could remember. Why was the fat ass staring at me? Fucking idiot, lecherous bastard.

I found myself wanting to pick up a silk rose right next to the creep. How was I to get? Go around him? ?Or approach him with a fearless strut, say excuse me bend down and pluck the snowy white rose up? I stared back at him, after all, I was no longer a teenager being groped in a bus. For Chris sakes I was a mother of two kids and was in a public place. Straightening my back I marched up to him, looked at the snake right in the eye and said a chilled - Excuse me, please. Though I really wanted to say was- What the fuck is wrong with you? Never seen a woman before?

He moved an inch. An inch! the frigging bastard was still hogging the narrow space and I had to squeeze past him. I kept telling myself- No part of my body should touch him. Slimy toad. I bent down to pick the rose up and I knew the jackass was checking my plump ( plump sounds better than fat) butt, I could feel his eyes on my frigging butt.

I was mad by then, I stood up and glared at him. His moist mouth was slightly tilted in an ugly smile and had trained his hungry hyena eyes on me. The fucker gave me a once all and I nearly threw my bunch of flowers on his shitty head.

I stood my ground and stared back at him, didn't say a word but glared at him. He was a shameless hussy, he stared back- the hyena and the lioness in a deadly show down at the shopping Serengeti. He lost his nerve when a couple came up behind me and with an oily smile picked up three silk Birds of Paradise and left.