OKay, for the sake of not going off on a filibuster about trivial details to my story, know these things:

- My brother and I were born in Wisconisn. - When I was about 14 he moved to Conneticut. - A year ago I moved to Kentucky for a boyfriend (that failed). 

Alrighty, so to begin the story; For his birthday (his 26th) I've been visiting my brother in Connecticut since Friday. Yesterday we did normal brother and sister things like take my nephews to the park and went out to eat ...  blah blah jabber jabber ... but today (okay techniqualy yesterday becasue I stood up watching HIMYM and I just now remebered to blog this) he wanted to go to some big flea market, and because I won't be able to stay for his actual birthday, I accompanied him with his wife. 

 Blah Blah, now we've arrived to the story of the Wacko Perv. After about two hours of rummaging through a mixture of poorly-knitted blankets, firey-hot peanuts, and an aresenal of swords big enough for a Lord of the Rings battle scene -- seriously, I thought I was in a bad Jackie Chan movie -- we arrived to some Nebbercracker-lookalike who was selling his life's collections of books -- that's a Monster House reference to those who are unfortunate enough to not know. 

Now these were some really incredible books, and the old guy seemed pretty sweet. He said that he was hoping to sell some of his collection now for his grandaughter's college fees and then he would give the rest to her in his will. So i figured I'd stop being so cheap and actually buy something, and I figured "why not the sweet guy who's using my money for good." So as I'm flipping through the pages of a brutally-bullied Poisonwood Bible -- it's a good read; check it out my nerds ;) -- this fucking geezer grabs my ass! Obviosuly I instinctaly jump away and give a pretty haughty "what the hell?!" but he brushed it off sayng it was just an accident. 

Okay, so old grandpa wants some booty... a bit disgusting but not unrealistic. Naturally, I forgive the guy and continue looking. Literally this guy does it again, but this time his wife was with us talking to my brother. I slapped his hand pretty hard but, regretably, I didnt say anything or look at the guy (The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene between this old couple, so I just let it slide). Unbelivably, he did it a third time, and this one caused me to leave the market completely out of anger.  

Literally... three ass-grabs... from a fucking married grandpa.... geez

P.S. I'll be posting a Q&A tonight along with this so feel free to look at that one as well! Any comment is appreciated :)