I was just at the bank to deposit a hefty pay check. As I stood in line I sensed someone staring at me. I looked over and saw this twenty-something guy in a Tapout shirt trying to mad-dog me. He looked lean, somewhat in shape. He probably resented the designer suit and power tie that I was wearing. As he studied me, I think he saw the callouses in my knuckles, and the power muscles of my neck, because he quickly changed his tune and gave me nod of recognition. I was ready to tee off on this kid.