Well, there was a creepy kid in 3rd grade who thought I was all that. He followed me around the playground. Bugged me at lunch, send stoopid notes by his friend in my class.
He got on my nerves one time too many and I hauled off and punched Stanley dead center in the face. I hit hard cause blood squirted everywhere. His glasses flew off in 2 pieces.
Look, I was duly punished at school and home.
He left me alone after that. Never noticed him again.
I don’t know, maybe 15 yrs later, I need a dentist.
I call a practice. Get an appointment.
I go, get in the chair.
Dentist comes in behind me and is asking a few questions.
Comes around. OMG! Stanley!
I calmly say, “Sorry I gotta go”.
I ran out never to return.
What goes around, comes around.