Unwaranted telling-off
Not so long ago, I was dragged along to a meal with people I hate (long story, possibly for a QOTW called "pervy old men who spread malicious rumours about girls younger than their daughters"). Obviously, I was not a happy Flutterby - my Mother later described my expression as looking as if something had died under my nose.
So it's nearing the end of the evening, and we are all sitting at one table outside a pub, huddled under a too-small parasol, in the pouring rain. I had carefully place my bag under the table, between my feet, and was looking at something over my shoulder (think I was giving a screaming brat the death-stare) when I suddenly felt very cold liquid pouring down my leg and drenching my feet. I snapped round, only to see the guy sitting next to me quickly move his pint glass away from the gap in the boards directly above my feet/bag.
I went mental (but in a nice way) - what did he think he was playing at, not only was I now soaking wet and freezing, my bag was down there, everything would be ruined and stink of beer.........on and on.
Turns out his diabetes-induced stroke has left him with reduced vision, and he just missed his pint and knocked it over. Oops. I'm still haunted by this 6'3 chunk of man-flesh (I'm 5'3) looking at me with tears in his eyes, saying "Please don't shout at me"...

Still, I later heard that he had been driving, and had knocked a pedestrian flying - so I obviously didn't tell him off enough to make him get glasses!!
(Flutterby doesn't give a damn about her reputation, Tue 25 Sep 2007, 14:19, Reply)