Cool! I almost got into a fight tonight....

[HEyHEY]

I was at the bar, and at this particular bar I know the bartender,her hubby (Neighbours actually) and all that. So late we are all sitting around talking while the staff cleans up.
The Cook was there, and, at first, he struck me as okay. Then later on, he struck me as more and more of an asshole. So we had a brief conversation, in which he professed what a tough guy he was aloud, and what a shithead he was in reality. So during this conversation, it occured to me this guy was a tool, and it came to the point where he was talking about a local nightlub and he says, "I was mad, but I repsected who owns the place." (He was talking about the Hell's Angels) I said, "Who owns it?" and in a snotty tone he says, "Is this a one-way conversation? I don't know." (playing dumb, as if the FOUR orchardists and one journalist in the neighbourhood pub at two AM were hooked up or something.)
So I chewed my toothpick and looked him straight in the eye in the most straight forward way that unless he was a complete idiot he could tell I knew he was full of shit and didn't respect him. Then I said, "You have respect for people and you don't even know who they are?"

He got a bit surely and gace the typical shit answer of repeating the previous statement, and I said, "Look, who are they?"

He couldn't answer.

Then he moved around to the other side of the bar... and says, "I used to work with some Italians, and they taught me a phrase."

I replied in the same tone as before, "Oh yeah what's that?"

And there was a good 15 seconds of silence, I chewed my toothpick and didn't even bat and eye as I stared at him straight in the eyes. I hate violence, and was a declared pacifist at one time, plus this guy was bigger than me. But suddenly, as if I was 14 again (a time of frequent fistacuffs)I thought, "I don't care if I do get my ass kicked... I am not letting this cock get away with this."
So I stood there, chewing my toothpick, and staring at him... and then he says "Dela menutcha."
I laughed at him, which made him angry (he was glariing at me in a very unfriendly way.)... probably cause he had said it wrong.

I said, "From where?" And sat there trying to think of some insults in Irish... but by then he'd scurried out the door.

I turned to the others and said, "I don't like that piece of shit."
They all laughed and had similiar stories to share about his attitude and how he always tried to be the tough guy. Then the bartender told us about all these fights he had tried to start and stuff.

I'm a very easy going guy when it comes to this shit.... and this guy had me to the point where I was ready to throw the first punch... that's how much of a dick he was.

It was nice to know I still have the sack to throw down when I need to though.

[SarahB]

1. Me too!

But to discuss it would violate HIPAA laws, so I can't. There's some crazy ass mofos in this world though. Thank God I'm fucking charming sometimes. :grr:

[ismnotwasm]

2. Sounds like he'll eventually get that ass-kicking you spared him

Guys like that usually do, unfortunately.

[HEyHEY]

3. Yeah, we were all saying that

Poor guy, with his attitude, he'll get it bad. Though unless I got him to the ground ASAP, he probably woulda won.

[BikeWriter]

4. Two punches count most in a fight, the first and the last.

I like to make both of them.

[henslee]

5. Ahh, that "fight or flee" feeling makes a lad feel like a lad."

[rug]

6. Where's the kitty thread again?