The other night, the missus and I went to a coffeeshop to unwind after a stressful, emotional day.
She had to go back to the car because she forgot something. (The coffeeshop was at a strip mall, and we were able to park within several dozen feet of the shop.)
On the ride home, she told me that the guy who was loafing at one of the outside tables when we'd walked in tried to mack her when she exited and re-entered the shop by herself.
Now, my wife is an attractive woman who gets flirted with and propositioned a fair bit -- probably even more often than she tells me. And certainly it is the lot of many women to be the recipients of these types of attentions, whether wanted or unwanted, in "man's world."
But.
This letch saw us walk in together, and should've seen our matching wedding bands.
He bloody well saw that we were together, and he still made a play for my wife.
I didn't really need a more visceral understanding of how Odysseus felt when he saw all those suitors buzzing around Penelope, but THANKS,
LEISURE SUIT LARRY. Thanks A LOT.