Near throw down
By ThinGuy on Oct 24, 2007
It's not too often I get in situations where I'm pretty sure physical
altercation is imminent. Last time this happened was about two years
ago on a flight with my girls from MIA to LAS where a bunch of drunk
middle aged Cubans thought that it was OK to use the F-Bomb every other
word. They were pretty tough guys until they saw me waiting for them
at the end of the jetway. They not only apologized to me, but also to
my wife and daughters. Looking back, I'm probably lucky I'm not on a no-fly list.
I'm definitely not one looking for a fight, but I will stand up for
what I think is right.
Fast forward to this afternoon. Our next door neighbors
daughter has a boyfriend who has probably watched Fast and the Furious
one to many times. Couple that with a supped up WRX and the attitude
assoicated with a twenty-something loser who is dating a high school
girl (remind me to have a chat with her parents).
As I'm throwing my suitcase and backpack into my jeep, here
comes the WRX sliding (and I mean sliding) around the corner into our
cul-de-sac. I step out on the sidewalk glaring at him and the dude
guns it around the circle right in front of me. Girlfriend is in her
drive way watching this transpire and I look right at her and state
that he cannot drive that way, there are far too many kids in the
neighborhood. And that's not a cliché, all told there are 13 kids that
could be out on our street alone. I should also state that this has
been going on for a few months, it's just the first time I was actually
out there to witness it. Although I've "heard" his car everyday for
I have a feeling that she has talked to him about his driving before because he gets out of the car and I hear "Blah, blah, blah, I told you you can't...". Homeboy takes a long James Dean-esque drag of his cigarette and starts walking straight at me. I guess he wants to see if I'll flinch. Since all I see is about 5'6" and carrying a sizeable spare tire, I head straight at him. While walking I start explaining (Yes, I was politely explaining) to this moron that if any kids were in the street he could have never stopped in time and that I'm sure he loves his ride, but he can't drive like that around here.
Maybe objects in the mirror really are larger then they appear (or he needs glasses) because soon as I got within 5 feet of him his look and attitude totally changes and he says "Sorry Bro" and turns away. Too bad.