Errrrrr . . . no and no.
Don't ask me why . . . only they know why they went through this meekly . . . maybe.
I guess it's just part of growing up . . . there is the dominant and the dominated.
Only one can be at the top.
Later in life I met my share of badasses . . . they never really intimidated me . . . or worse !
Seems like we just never tried to tread on each other's turf . . . making sure to avoid direct confrontation.
And then, of course, life eventually drove us hundreds, thousand miles apart.
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Actually I've been bitchslapped a couple of times too . . . and my wife too, in front of me . . . to be completely honest !
But none were aquaintances . . . in Thailand . . . and always by street vendors over money !
And have been thrown rocks at by a mob, in India !
In one instance . . . by a single woman, in the middle of nowhere ! ! !
Nothing anyone could have done anything about it . . . in the face of dozens of angry villagers or a single village belle trying to protect her chastity from perceived danger !
Retreat was the best and safest option !
Oh . . . I was forgetting . . . I've been whipped too !
By one of these shepherds who started rummaging in my bags . . . I told my wife to get going on her bike . . . while I accumulated mucus and catarrh in my mouth and spit it right in his face . . . he managed to whip my back a couple of times, before I was out of reach !
Roflmao