Snapped

Lunch time today revealed yet one more sign that it's time for us to hit the road.

Boris snapped.

We were dining in at a hole-in-the-wall deli near our offices this afternoon when we were approached by a panhandler in the restaurant. Now, understand that we work in a neighborhood where panhandling is common place. We've learned to ignore it, and realize in doing so it probably happens more than we realize. Usually, all this takes place on the street. It's a rare occurence to happen inside a dining establishment.

The panhandler approached us and asked for money. Natasha looked up from her lunch at him and said, "No."

The panhandler responded by calling Natasha something that would have anybody's mother reaching for a big bar of soap.

Boris simply reacted. He jumped up and chased the guy out of the restaurant and into traffic on a busy downtown street.

With no harm done, and the foul-mouthed panhandler at bay, we went back to munching our lunch. Once our collective blood pressures returned to something resembling normal, we shared a collective sigh and said together:

"We are so outta' here."