once, when i was a teenager and full of teen angst and rebellion and utter lack of respect for people who have sacrificed much for me and only want the best for me, i mouthed off to my grandmother. i dont remember what i said, but i do remember it was over the line. i knew as soon as it was out of my mouth, i had made a very very bad mistake. about half a second a later, grandpa came up out of his seat so fast the chair fell over, and before i even realized i was doing it i was hauling ASS down the street running hell bent for leather and not even bothering to look back. i knew i deserved an ass whooping... and i knew if he caught me, i was going to get one. i never again mouthed off like that to my grandma, not only because it was wrong or i was afraid of grandpa (although true on both counts) but because i realized for the first time she wasnt just my grandma... she was grandpa's WIFE. and ill be damned if i wouldnt have knocked the fire out of any young punk that dared to mouth off to my wife like that, too.
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, Then the left one will
yep... thats grandpa :) well, except for the "mind thats weak" part. grandpa wasnt just strong, he was smart as a whip...