Yeah in the last few years.. somehow a lot of the country has been turned into Gotham city. "No country for old men" for real. My wife is not allowed to go down town alone- we mostly go to the base and to medical appointments.
I almost got into a hassle with a bum kid at a local java hut begging inside. "Gimme some money" "Get a job" "You are a jerk" "you are the jerk bothering people go away." Go to hades" " I will meet you there"
He turned like he was leaving turned back tried to spit on my friend and I missed us.
I jumped up tried to catch him to slow stove in- and the little buzzard was to fast- gone out the door.
Good thing I did not catch him may have had a knife and I probably would have been the one who went to jail if I punched him.
Country is nowhere what it was even ten years ago heart breaking sad..
Lobo you did good stay safe out there..
Was in a Mickey D's a while back, stopping on the road for brief lunch while reading my paper (yeah, some of us still do that, occasionally). I sought out a booth toward the back for as much peace and quiet as possible. Jus' 'mindin' my own' . . .
A group of rambunctious 'young men' ( probably 14-15 yo range) came blowing in and deposited themselves in the booth behind me and the one across the aisle and proceeded to be loud and boisterous and slightly profane, Kids just being kids - not really a problem - until apparently one got bored and decided it would be fun to include me in his festivities.
The whole time their show had been going on I had ignored them, ate and read my paper. Suddenly he turns around in the seat behind me and says "Hey ! Old man!?" I ignored him and continued reading as his 'audience' snickered. Again, "Hey ! Old man!?" finally tapping me on the shoulder. I looked at him and said, "yeah?"
"You got fifty cents ?" "Yeah, I've got fifty cents" and went back to reading my paper. More snickers.
Him - "Well?!" Me - "Well, what?" Him - "you gonna give it to me?"
I said, "No" and went back to reading my paper. Now his 'audience' was laughing openly.
He asked, "WHY NOT?"
I put down the paper, turned and looked him in the eye and said, "Cause I didn't take your sorry *** to raise!" turned back and picked up my paper to guffaws from his amused 'audience'.
The look on his face must have been priceless and one of his buddies laughed and said, "C'mon, let's get out of here" and they all left.
As the filed by, one of the last ones looked at me and mouthed "sorry" as he left.
Different time, different crowd, who knows ? But I pushed my ignorance on people at times when I was that age just 'being a kid'. I'm betting the "clever one" will think twice or choose his 'victim' more carefully next time . . . .