I was standing at LRT station one night watching people make their way up the stairs to catch the train. A rather large drunk guy walks up to me and says “%@%(* let's go kick some %#@%$(*& gook ass” as a group of young asian guys were gathered at the bottom of the stairs. He kept talking and making ethnic slurs and I made a good effort to ignore him thinking that:
a. Bozo the drunk might actually start a fight if he thinks he has backup.
b. Feynn might get maimed pretty badly as there were about ten asian guys who might think I was this guys friend. (I’m good but not that good).
c. Bozo might get pissed at me for not wanting to join him in his suicide mission and take out his pissy day on me instead. Then I’d be forced to kick Bozo’s ass, miss my train, possibly deal with the cops, and be really late getting home.
He was loud enough that other people on the platform were starting to look towards us.
I turned to face him and signed “I can’t hear you, I’m deaf” as I mumbled the words. He simply said “fuck” and walked away to the other end of the platform to catch his train. I was thankful that he was going in the oppposite direction.
There was a couple standing close by who had been watching this whole scene, I turned to them and told them I wasn’t really deaf and simply didn’t have the time to deal with assholes.
We laughed and laughed.
I actually use this little tale when I am explaining martial arts theory to people as there are many ways to avoid confrontation that don’t involve violence.