The story is not funny at all, but I want to tell it, since I first saw the difference between male and female character (psychology?). My sister and I studied in Leningrad and lived in a dormitory. I was 18, my sister was 20, and she was married. Her husband was also a young man of 22, but looked solid, with a red beard he had grown just for solidity. He had already served in the army, returned, but he did not find a job at the time better than a guard in our dormitory. The deviation is small - my sister and I grew up without a father and never imagined and never encountered how men can behave in everyday life, or in extreme situations.
The story itself is that one day my sister and I went out of the cinema in a fun foolish mood, and her husband was sitting on the watch that evening. So we decided to joke a little about him. The sister stayed outside, and I, leaving a frightened view on me, approached him, and I say that someone approached us and stood, I barely escaped, and your wife was there with him outside. Here my devil in a fraction of a second changes in the face, his eyes become just white, he catches out of the belt under the shirt a huge knife (I had no idea that he was wearing it at all), and the bullet flew out on the street. There is my sister, alone, naturally, and rocks. How he hurt us! “Two idiots! Are they joking about such things? Imagine for a moment that someone of your acquaintances would approach her, because I would kill him without thinking! Then I would sit down because of your foolish jokes.” It was a great lesson for me for the rest of my life! And then I realized how different we are, and that this immediate willingness to stand up for defense deserves endless respect. Feminists in note.