In a bar. Anyone noticing a trend about that?
Got to chatting with the guy next to me, some fine drunken camaraderie ensued, for a while.
Then he got weird and scary.
Then he got violent.
As I had a full beer in front of me, I didn’t leave for my own safety when he got weird and scary. Weird and scary are kind of what you find in those places, and you build up a tolerance. Also, full beer. Did I mention that this was not my first beer of the night?
What I did do was slide down from sitting on my stool to standing on the floor. I shuffled my feet and turned my hips so I was ready to react if weird and scary turned into violent.
I am not an internet tough guy. My hips were aimed at the nearest exit. I would have gone there, except for the half full beer.
Buddy decided it was violence time, and grabbed me and spun me around to face him while he pulled his right hand back to punch me in the face.
Unfortunately for him, my right hand was down by my hip, he was pulling me in the way I was facing, and I was able to slap him in the testicles with a really nice hip twist and wraparound.
He fell down, as you do when your testicles have been very thoroughly hurt in a way that makes me wince thinking about it.
I finished my beer, checked with the bartender if I could come back after having hit this guy (unreliable narrator is not just a literary convention, and drunks should make sure they don’t offend the people with the keys to the kingdom), and went home.
Mostly, though, looking like you are a serious problem keeps people from starting the fight.
If anything has created empathy in me it’s been trying to imagine my life as lived by a 120 lb girl.