SEATTLE - Coffee chain Starbucks Corp. is sticking to its policy of letting customers carry guns where it's legal and said it does not want to be put in the middle of a larger gun-control debate. ~Associated Press

This is a re-run, but Mrs. G. assures you that if firearms had been accessible, there might have been a homicide...and Mrs. G. isn't sure who would have been the victim.

Mrs. G. has never been in a physical fight with another person. One time she threw a potted plant at a boyfriend but she was drunk young and passionate. Mrs. G. is a coward lover not a fighter. While she would never be called a doormat, Mrs. G. is not fond of conflict in general and will usually briskly walk her way around it and exageratedly dig around in her purse in case she isn't walking briskly enough. When it comes to physical conflict of any kind, she will flat out run. Mrs. G. is not into pain. She developed an iron bladder in high school in her effort to avoid ever having to enter the girl's bathroom...a place rife with conflict.

Mrs. G. was driving to visit a friend when she decided to swing by Starbucks and grab her morning cup of joe. She pulled into the designated lane to turn left into the Starbucks parking lot when trouble ensued.

Mrs. G. was waiting patiently behind her fellow drivers. Here is a rudimentary traffic chart of how it went down... ringside seats, if you like. Starbucks is always busy, so it can take a few minutes to safely make the turn.

Mrs. G. was just sitting there minding her own beeswax and clandestinely rubbing her hand beneath her chin to check for rogue whiskers when she heard the person behind her honk her horn. Mrs. G. ignored it.

Honk...honk...hooooonk. Mrs. G. looked in her rear view mirror and saw a young woman in a red truck laying on her horn and making wild faces that indicated she was at the end of some kind of rope. Mrs. G. threw up her hands in that universal gesture that means take a pill whaaaat already when the crazed driver did this.

The crazy woman truck driver sped dangerously into oncoming traffic and bypassed all the patient drivers in the actual turn lane, drove into the lot, parked and walked into Starbucks like she owned the place.

So, Mrs. G. finally made her turn and was just about to head towards the drive thru lane when she decided she had had it with uncivilized, aggressive, self absorbed people. She parked her car and walked right into the coffee shop. Getting scared yet? You should be.

Mrs. G. got in line directly behind the horn honking young woman, tapped her on the shoulder and politely said, Is there a reason you were honking your horn at me? There were two cars in front of me. What exactly did you want me to do?

The woman whipped around and YELLED, Don't you be coming up to me and getting all in my face threatening me!

It was about now that Mrs. G. noticed that this woman was much taller and had the air of a go-for-broke bully. If this Starbuck's was a prison, Mrs. G. would have been this woman's bitch. Mrs. G. internally shivered, a rabbit ran over her grave. She looked at the Starbucks barista who was, all of the sudden, busy not getting involved in this ass kicking studying the keys on the cash register like her life depended on it. Mrs. G. looked around the store searching for fellow customers who might help subdue this Amazon if she threw a punch, but none of them would look Mrs. G. in the eye. There was a very strong you are on your own prison bitch vibe pulsing through the joint. They were all exageratedly digging through their purses.

I'm simply asking you what you would have liked me to do, Mrs. G. stammered.

Uh uh, no no... do NOT talk to me again, she said wagging her finger in Mrs. G's face.

Mrs. G. decided she would do what she was told. But the woman wasn't done.

And if you don't want someone treating you like a f***ing b*tch, you had better shut the f**k up. Mrs. G. is not making this up. This is exactly what this woman said, in a really loud voice. Then the woman went and stood by that little counter where they deliver the coffee and leaned against it.

At this point, Mrs. G. was ready to forget her coffee and head to the safety of her car. It was clear this young woman might be unstable. But Mrs. G. just walked over to that little counter and stared. She stared and stared and stared. She had decided that she was going to stand up to this bully no matter what. The gauntlet was down, down as in downtown to Chinatown. Mrs. G's fear was so profound it was, strangely, liberating. She was past the point of no return. She was rumble ready.

But, suddenly, Mrs. G. sensed that the woman was getting nervous. The woman's eyes were darting back and forth, and she actually looked fearful of Mrs. G. Mrs. G. doesn't know if it was her imposing glare, her substantial bosom, her crow's feet or her I heart books t-shirt, but the bully grabbed her coffee and slunk, yes slunk, out the door. She never looked back.

When Mrs. G. was back in her car, she was shaking and felt a little nauseous, but she also felt incredibly exhilarated. She realizes now that what she did was asinine and immature. It was ridiculously impulsive. It is never a good idea to provoke someone who clearly can whip your butt has some anger issues. People have been shot for less.

But, reader, damn it felt good.

Photo by Elaine Thompson / AP