So I'm driving down the street today and spot a youngish man and woman running toward each other. He looked glad to see her. Her, not so much. When they were maybe 20 feet apart, she hauled back her right hand and threw a punch to his head that plumb knocked him off his feet and deposited him flat on ths sidewalk. From that position he seemed to be pleading for mercy while she continued to pummel him. Passersby studied cloud formations. Dad used to advise his sons re: the utter futility of making members of the female persuasion mad, because in that state they are liable to do anything and there is no legal retaliation against them. Best to keep them calm. Maybe if more of them smoked pipes . . .