LOL, my mom was the same as yours. As for me, I don't have to yell anymore. Being loud doesn't make me right, but being clever does. Now, with wankers like that barman, I stay calm, and if I really feel like putting them in their place, I say something that cuts them down to size real quick. For example, if he was a bigger man, I'd have told him to show me his first because his are bigger. if not, I likely would have just told him, I would have shwon him, but it's patently obvious from where I'm standing that he's got nothing worth lifting my shirt for, and I sure don't mean the whiskey. But, hey, I'm just a bitch like that. ;)