Darwin almost won

Yesterday I have observed a rare event: a man stopped a woman walking down an underground passage to inform her that she has big tits, and for once the woman wasn't me.

I don't quite understand why those men feel the need to inform the women of their breast size. It's hardly likely to be news to the woman, and even less likely to improve that man's chances with that woman. But what I understand even less is why on earth a fragile-looking man in his forties would want to do so to a woman who is walking around with a twentysomething man who looks like he is abusing too much steroids, has a neck that's thicker than his head and biceps thicker than his neck and generally looks like a Tony Halme wannabe minus the latter's friendly charm and sunny disposition. And, moreover, how did this moron even survive to be in his forties?

The Tony-wannabe stopped, raised his fists and started explaining to the moron that this was not nicely said. The moron, upon realizing that he has just pissed off a man twenty years younger and twenty times more muscular, started to apologize, explaining, quite truthfully, that he is a Finnish drunk moron, although I am not sure what the nationality had to do with that. The Tony-wannabe did not look like he considered that a sufficient excuse but the woman dragged him away.