That's a handful
I saw a little bit of a pit-bull in Tommy this weekend.
Friday night we went to a local casino to see a comedy show. A friend had gifted us some tickets as a thank-you for helping him move.
Halfway through the comedy show, I needed to go to the restroom, as did Tommy. Maybe he thought I would get lost or trip, or do some other dork-a-rama move.
We were walking back into the showroom, and I felt a hand on my behind. Tommy said something like "It's dark in here."
When we're at the movie theater, just when the lights go dark, he'll often do some tickle or squeeze when it's pitch black.
It turns out it wasn't Tommy's paw on my rear, but someone who was sitting in the audience.
I was oblivious, thinking it was Tommy’s paw, and just wandered into the dark back to our seats, where our friend Jim was falling asleep during the comedy show.
When we got back to our seats Tommy said "When you get to work on Monday you need to appologize to your coworker."
"What?" I said.
"XXXXX from your work just grabbed your butt," he said.
I was confused because I had assumed it was Tommy's hand that groped me.
Tommy told me that he had seen a guy reach out his hand and grab me and had given him the kind of stare that implied that great bodily harm could come his way. Then after a few strides he realized it was my coworker. Because the coworker is such a nice, tame, married guy, he also realized that there was no way that the coworker grabbed me like that on purpose. He obviously reached out to say hello, and accidentally grabbed a handful of my tush.
Tommy said he had this split second where he considered whether he was going to deck the guy. Yikes. That would have been a bummer.
But interesting how I sort of liked that protectiveness.
Luckily, the coworker came up to us after the show and we all had a good chuckle about his accidental handful.