Last Sunday at a unnamed Alberta restaurant, I was enjoying a nice time with a few friends. It appeared you were as we'll. You were with your lady friend, who was wearing a nicely filled out tank top, sans bra.  
I was trying not to look at her chest for what seemed hours. Eventually I caved. Yes I looked over for approximately .075 seconds and saw what I needed, nipples and all.
You noticed me noticing,myour eyes got big and smoke seemed to come from your ears as you bellowed "what the fuck, you got a problem"? Then I heard "he's staring at your tits".
I ignored you.
You tried to get my attention, possibly escalate into something else. No dice.
It was for less than a second you freak. Calm the fuck down!
You are a sad sack of crap and your butter face of a lady can do much better.