I ran into a drunk at the local mall this weekend. Too bad he was trying to pick a fight with me, and it would have been a big mistake on his part.
Now I'm not terribly tall ( 5'8 ) but I've taken down my friend whose 6'2 and 240 pounds. Am I strong? Not really, just quick.
But why, why why why why do drunk people have to go out in public and try and start fights...
I am currently trying to get rid of my anger/impatience issues, and this guy didn't aid me in any way.
I was standing outside of the mall getting ready to leave, when theres this loud voice right in my right ear go "Punk ass." I turn my head to see some dude, and he asks "What the fuck did you just say?" At this point I have this dazed look on my face and I realize, after taking a whiff of his whiskey breath, that this guy was hammered beyond belief.
Now I choose to be the nice guy, and not say anything back, but I was tempted to just take his face and knock some sense into him.
I know its not even worth the breath to even speak to this guy, and thats why I didn't.
Sorry, I just needed to vent
/rant
This isn't really funny...
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This isn't really funny...
"Son look at all the people linin' up for plastic, wouldnt you like to see them in the national geographic? Squatting bare assed in the dirt eatin' rice from a bowl, with a towel on their head and maybe a bone in their nose?"
We all have times when we're frustrated at the world, and at all the morons (accounts for about 15% of the world's population), but we just have to deal with it. Alas, punching him would be something I would do, but this would infuriate him ( and hurt my knuckles). Really, it's nothing to worry about.
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