If I knew about it I’d say something. Long long ago my wife and I were grocery shopping at the local Kroger. One of our very best friends in the world (still is after this whole story, in fact coming to visit next weekend) Kevin came into the store with someone who most definitely was not his fiancee Cari. They were skipping and kissing, and making out and we simply looked at each other, dropped our shit and left before we had THAT uncomfortable meeting. But there was the question, did we tell Cari? Was it our bidness? Our place? Long story short, my wife was a Class A wussy and I told Cari. I’m just that way. I’m not going to have her made a fool out of and in the 80’s god forbid that AIDS goin’ round if he fucked up I didn’t think should put her at risk. That’s just beyond not fair.
Hell, I challenge crews of construction workers who catcall women if I hear it near me. Fuck that. You don’t have that right.