Cheese Balls and Alcohol

I was walking through the San Diego airport a couple of weeks ago, and I got in to a fight. Yes, a fight...well, an argument actually.  Hi I'm Alisha and I as a grown ass woman got in to an argument with a 20-something year old man that weighed maybe 120 pounds.  Now, don't get me wrong, his age doesn't have THAT much to do with it, but maybe a little. I tend to lean toward the thought that respect has not been taught to the younger generations (it's MY opinion and MY blog - so I am entitled to it). Here's what happened: We were walking from one gate to another and Twigman (as I call him now) couldn't be bothered to look up from his cell phone to watch where he was walking. The first time Twigman cut me off and walked right in front of me, like I was invisible. The second time he cut me off was when he walked slowly side to side (making it impossible to pass him) and then stopped directly in front of us. Believe me, I tried to pass him and be pleasant, but I jus