So I take the (pregnant!) GrizzWife and GrizzCub out to CiCi’s Pizza for a bite to eat.
Okay, some would say that this CiCi’s isn’t in the best neighborhood. That is, people have raised their eyes when they found out that I went there because “it’s so black” there. For the record, My wife, son and I have an Irish-type complexion. But this isn’t the thread for those nay-sayers. This CiCi’s is the closest to our home - so we go there.
Being a big fella (think weight-lifter, football player, highland-games competitor) I sometimes wear “Big Dog” logo clothing. This particular day, I had on a tee-shirt that says “If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch!” on the back. I help my wife and son out of the car and, as I’m doing so, I can hear the voice of a guy (herein known as “fool”) who’s obviously trying to get my attention. Not in the “Hey, Grizz!” way, mind you. More like “I’m going to fuck with you verbally to see if I can piss you off” way. Fool was seated in a van a few parking spaces away, all his windows open. We had to pass right in front of him in order to get to the restuarant.
So, I help GrizzWife out of the car and get the GrizzCub out of his carseat. My back is to the van. Fool starts reading, in a stage-voice, the phrase on the back of my shirt. Over and over. GrizzWife stands up and I hear fool say “White Bitch!”. I look around and we’re the only caucasians in sight. I shoot a look at the fool and damn if he doesn’t say “White Bitch!” again; directed right at us. He’s black… and fairly obviously playing the “let’s fuck with the white guy to see how much he’ll take” game.
We walk toward the restauarant while he’s nearly shouting “Bitch” and “Hey” a few more times.
Up until now, GrizzCub’s been unconcerned with fool’s ramblings.
That is, until we walk in front of the van.
Fool blows his horn.
Startles GrizzCub and he nearly falls. Luckily, he knows to hold our hands while we’re in a parking lot.
Fools laughs out loud and says loudly “Can’t walk, huh?”.
We all keep walking. My fingernails are now starting to dig into my own palm.
I’m thinking that I’ll settle my wife and son inside and I’ll go back out and teach this fool a lesson.
But then reality came back to me.
I’ve been married to GrizzWife for nearly fifteen years and she’s never seen me lift a finger to harm anyone; although she knows that I’ve been in more than my share of altercations before I met her. And even a few since; but she’s never actually seen me strike anyone in anger.
And my son, only three-and-a-half, certainly doesn’t know that Daddy can fight like a berserker when provoked.
The door closed behind us and I took a deep breath. I can feel the headache starting to throb in my temples because I let this fellow get away without being taught a lesson. Screwing with me is one thing. Busting on my wife and son will earn you a my undivided attention. Keep it up and we’ll “talk”; maybe even “dance”.
But I know that I can’t let them see me lose it.
Just then, GrizzWife caught my attention and said “I’m really proud of you.”
I told her that I really wanted to and face this fool. If he gets over on ME like this, he’s just gonna keep it up and get himself really hurt one day.
She told me that it’ll be someone’s elses fight then; not mine.
Sure, the whole “sticks and stones” thing comes to mind. And while “words shall never harm me” is somewhat true, it sure makes my blood pressure go up.
So… we’re all fine.
I can only hope that the next fellow that this fool crosses will have some mercy on him. Because, in my mind, I had none.