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My wife told me of all kinds of regular fights she would get in, in high school. Not the usual stuff in the locker bay or walking down the aisle type of ****.
She said it was the meet me in the alley type of fights. the kind with no supervision. That's crazy.
I saw her go off on a guy in a gas station once because he said something smart to me from a distance.
She has mellowed now, but I wish she was still the same. I like that part of her.
I've seen her stop the car in a parking lot and get out and walk up to some poor housewifes window and get right in her face, because she got cut off looking for a parking spot.
I love it.
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