Don't mess

Today at work I was telling some of my colleagues (other low-end employees) about how sick and tired I was of a certain patient. I was expressing how I wished that I could see this person face to face, simply to be able to shout in her face for 5 hours, when one of the said colleagues blatantly stated, "She would kick your a$$" (money signs intended to deflect any possible outcry of being offended). I was stunned. I mean, really? Either I'm a major wuss (not likely), or this particular person is trained in some rare martial arts that enables them to mortally wound you just by blinking at you. I just couldn't believe it. And to add to it, everyone sort of just nodded along, in agreement! It isn't as though I'm some tiny weakling who can hardly lift a cup of scalding oatmeal (I actually did that today, lifted it right over my head). I've played soccer my entire life and did a fair number of bruising during that life, and I should think that I represent myself as fairly tough and capable of manhandling, but perhaps not. Maybe I just come across as too dainty to get my hands dirty by ruffing up some patient's mother. I don't really know the answer. The bottom line, I can take you, no matter who you are.