Don't

"What the fuck, man?"

He recoils in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I mean get your fucking gay ass hands off my face!" You push him back.

"Hey, hey, easy there, boy. I... I think you've got the wrong idea here." Now he's the nervous one.

You notice a ring on his finger. "Man, what the fuck would your wife say if she knew her husband was such a gay ass pervert."

"Hey now, don't talk about my wife."

"Oh, is it a husband? Do you ask daddy for his dick up your ass every night? You're a fucking disgrace, man, fuck you." You walk away, leaving the bigger man in shock.

At the same time, you're wondering about the choice of words you used. Sure, I've grown pretty close to Bob, but do I really want to end up like the perv I just described? Isn't that what it's coming to?

"Hey fuck boy! You fucking deaf? I said no fucking smoking on site!" The overseer is yelling at you again.

You show him the finger and get back to the car. These people are unbelievable.