Last night, while sitting at the bar in a new night spot, my conversation with a friend was repeatedly interupted by assholes who insisted on gaining access to the bar by squeezing between us. The first few times this happened, we were just annoyed.
I finally got sick of it and told off a guy who actually elbowed me to get to the bar. This guy was bigger than me, so I wasn’t just being a bully. After I tore into him, he apologized, then continued to try to get the bartender’s attention. The topic of conversation with my friend immediately changed to assholes who KNOW they are doing something wrong, and do it anyway. When he finally got his drink order filled, he was in such a hurry to get away from us that he spilled his drinks.
An uninvolved observer (who was elbowing his way to the bar, but going between two groups, not in the middle of one) started giving me shit. He was saying I was an asshole for tearing into the other guy. When I pointed out his hypocrisy, he started puffing up and started to get physically agressive. At this point, I was pretty drunk (I gave blood earlier in the day, so the drinks I had consumed were really having an effect) and in an all-around bad mood due to some job-related stress. If not for the modicum of self-restraint I had left, I would have taken the bait and beat the poor guy senseless (and ended up in jail). Luckily, he realized very quickly that I was in no mood to be fucked with, and backed down. The net effect was that I had a big shot of adrenaline that didn’t get worked off in a fight or a flight. If the weather wasn’t so crappy today, I would make short work of the concrete driveway that I need to demolish (nothing I have found is quite as stress-reducing as destroying something that needs to be destroyed).