True story. In 1976, there was a Winnipeg Transit strike in February. I always took the bus to the U of W where I was attending. I tried hitch hiking the first day of the strike. I was walking north on Osborne Street close to Confusion Corner when a big Caddy stopped & the guy inside said, "Get in". I told him I was on my to schoo,l & would appreciate him dropping me off at the Bay which he said okay.
About a minute or two into the ride he put his hand on my thigh & was smiling at me. Never said a word to me. The guy was a fat **** in his 50's. I told him to stop but he squeezed even harder. I realized I was in danger so I figured I had to do something. I started punching him as he drove, banged on my door, started kicking the dash with my feet. I was screaming I was going to kill him if he didn't stop. I remember giving him a couple of shots with my fist to the side of his face. He quickly pulled over & I bailed. So, as I was in a bad situation & felt I had to do something... punching the guy's lights out was a definite possibility. If he hadn't stopped I don't know what I'd have done. I might have killed him as I was ina panic. I kept what happened to myself. Never told my parents or friends. I didn't go back to classes until the strike was over.
So, punching a guy's lights out? Yeah.