Yeah, I’m a little older, a lot heavier, and bit slower than I once was, but I can still take care of bidness. A man wonders that now and then as time goes by.
Took the wife and kids to see a movie last night. Decided on Steak & Shake for a late dinner. I opted for a table in the corner away from folks; it’s more comfortable than a booth for me.
Eventually, the punk teen smokers I had noticed outside came inside and sat behind me to my right. I gave them a passing glance, but no more. Tats, piercings, big ass gauges; 3 boys, 2 girls. The girls seemed normal. The place was filled with families so I thought maybe they’d leave soon. Kids crying and all…
Anyway, through dinner they’re getting louder and louder. Fuck this, cockgobbler that, stupid cunt, etc.
Now I cuss a good bit with my friends, and I don’t hold back much at home either.
Call it bad parenting if you like, but if the worst thing my kids ever do is call someone at school an asshole, I can live with that.
Anyway, I’m no prude, and I don’t go around defending women’s honor if a cad lets slip some unsavory words at some point. Words, after all, are just words.
However, there is the matter of common decency, and with a dozen children under the age of 12 within 18 feet, I decided enough was enough. I turned around, looked at Sk8terboi #1 and said “That’s enough. You’re done.” I got a slight nod from S1, a snicker from S2, and nothing from S3, whose back was to me. I nodded back, and assumed that was it.
My wife said thank you, my daughter was mortified that I corrected someone, and I got several appreciative glances and nods from other parents around. Fine.
Trouble began when S3 couldn’t leave it alone. Started mumbling about “crackers”, “fat asses”, and “kicking ass” and more. :rolleyes: I turned around, said “Excuse me. Do you have something to say to me?” S3 just glared and replied “NO!”, so I said “OK”, and resumed eating.
Within 5 minutes, we’re all done, and waiting on the check, when the kids get up to leave.
As they pass our table I’m watching their reflection in the window. They’re giggling, shoving each other like schoolgirls, and coming up behind me. With a final “shhh” and hand motions to the others, S3 proceeds to “accidentally” spill his drink on me.
I had moved some, but still got a good bit on me. It was hilarious. The boys were laughing, punching each other, while the girls had the good sense to put their heads down and walk away. I stood up, and said “You really shouldn’t have done that. You had a chance to go home tonight, and you blew it.”
As I stepped toward S3, he reached out to shove me. I introduced this pothead to what I’m sure wasn’t his first wrist lock, torqued him to the floor, and dropped a knee into his ribs. He began to cry.
The other idiots decided they could rescue their boy, and threatened me with a serious - a serious - ass kicking. My wife stood up and say “Hey asshole. Look around you.”
There must have been 9 people with Iphones held up and recording!
People started telling them they saw what happened, it was on purpose, and so on. It was beautiful.
A large manager came over and stood in the doorway, and I told the kids to have a seat or a broken arm, their choice.
Cops were there in 2 minutes, everyone told them what happened, and since “I’ll cut your throat” was mentioned, they get Terroristic Threats added to the charges.
Maybe you don’t want to judge people by their appearance, and that’s OK. It works for me, and I got exactly what I expected:dubious:
Oh, I’m fine, BTW.