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7shooter
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I walked on to a locked psychiatric ward just as a quite large psychotic fellow started smashing furniture and screaming threats. The only other staff there was a young LPN ( who grew up with a number of large truck driving brothers and had no fear ). She pushed the panic button to signal for reinforcements and we proceeded to tackle the guy and take him to the ground. He was on his back and was still struggling when the only other pt. on the ward came over to assist us. He was a little Irish guy .This was unusual because pts did not typically help out. He grabbed one arm and I had the other so the nurse hopped up and sat on the guys chest. He was going nowhere. The Irish guy looked up at the nurse and then over to me and said " This is evidence for the atavistic nature of the human female ".
Neither the nurse or I knew what atavistic meant ( a throw back to a more primitive life form ).
We found a dictionary and looked it up. She was mad but I was thinking I had found a new friend.
Neither the nurse or I knew what atavistic meant ( a throw back to a more primitive life form ).
We found a dictionary and looked it up. She was mad but I was thinking I had found a new friend.
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mg357
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I don't know if this qualifies as a confrontation or not.
But i was at a gunshop a couple of years ago and i was talking to a fellow about my special system for the different size Glock pistols.
When i finished talking to him he laughed at me.
I asked him why he was laughing was he trying to be rude or insulting.
He said no he was laughing because he thought it was funny and complimented me on my special system.
But i was at a gunshop a couple of years ago and i was talking to a fellow about my special system for the different size Glock pistols.
When i finished talking to him he laughed at me.
I asked him why he was laughing was he trying to be rude or insulting.
He said no he was laughing because he thought it was funny and complimented me on my special system.
Stu1205
Member
Traffic Accident Leads To A Fight
So....I was stopped for a light the other day with my foot on the brake.
I went to reach for something in the back seat, my foot slipped off the brake,
and I rolled into the car in front of me.
I put the car in park (which I should have done originally) and got out of the car to survey the damage.
The door of the car in front of me opened, and a little guy, I guess he is a dwarf, got out and walked to the back of his car.
He looked at the damage, and then with his hands on his hips, he glared up at me and said, I AM NOT HAPPY."
I looked down at him and said, "Oh, then which one are you?"
And that is when the fight started.
Stu
So....I was stopped for a light the other day with my foot on the brake.
I went to reach for something in the back seat, my foot slipped off the brake,
and I rolled into the car in front of me.
I put the car in park (which I should have done originally) and got out of the car to survey the damage.
The door of the car in front of me opened, and a little guy, I guess he is a dwarf, got out and walked to the back of his car.
He looked at the damage, and then with his hands on his hips, he glared up at me and said, I AM NOT HAPPY."
I looked down at him and said, "Oh, then which one are you?"
And that is when the fight started.
Stu
This was almost funny.....
I teamed up with a guy I didn't know to take on a couple others out of a 'group in pool. They were sharp but I played well and got it down to the eight ball, which my partner scratched. He went BERSERK and flailing around and yelling that he didn't scratch the ball, somebody cheated etc. For a few minutes it was ducking pool sticks going 'whoosh' over your head and stuff. I yelled at him, "WE LOST, OK?" A guy in the other group shot me a glance and said, "Your're OK man." About that time the bartender caught him around the neck with a cue stick. He kept crying and yelling for a while before the bartender was able to calm him down enough to kick him out. He was either ON drugs or NEEDED to be on drugs. Boy, can I pick 'em or what? Somehow, nobody got hurt and now I laugh about it.
Who has been in a place and you can smell trouble? Everybody was calm but there was electricity in the air. It must be testosterone but I knew something was going to go down. All of a sudden several guys crashed out of the bathroom door fightng and the brawl started. I was able to extricate myself from that one.
I teamed up with a guy I didn't know to take on a couple others out of a 'group in pool. They were sharp but I played well and got it down to the eight ball, which my partner scratched. He went BERSERK and flailing around and yelling that he didn't scratch the ball, somebody cheated etc. For a few minutes it was ducking pool sticks going 'whoosh' over your head and stuff. I yelled at him, "WE LOST, OK?" A guy in the other group shot me a glance and said, "Your're OK man." About that time the bartender caught him around the neck with a cue stick. He kept crying and yelling for a while before the bartender was able to calm him down enough to kick him out. He was either ON drugs or NEEDED to be on drugs. Boy, can I pick 'em or what? Somehow, nobody got hurt and now I laugh about it.
Who has been in a place and you can smell trouble? Everybody was calm but there was electricity in the air. It must be testosterone but I knew something was going to go down. All of a sudden several guys crashed out of the bathroom door fightng and the brawl started. I was able to extricate myself from that one.
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cussedemgun
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Not mine, but a niece by marrage told this story
The young lady that this happened to is middle 40's & very small in height & weight. She is cute, blond, & easily passes for a teeny-bopper.
Her husband is 6'7" & ~400 lb. IOW one big boy.
He drives (or maybe I should say "he wears") a Geo Prism.
At a 4 way stop, he made his stop, then continued to go thru the intersection. The young man in the big pick-em-up truck in the right lane along side him was eyeing his wife & as he followed thru he started yelling, honking, & waving. He then passed the Geo, turned sideways in the road, & jumped out still yelling all the violent things he was gonna do.
The young ladie's hubby got out to meet the young lad. He started getting out & standing up & the yelling went down in volume. He continued getting out & did some more standing up, as the young antagonist came to a stop & now just stood in the middle of the street with his mouth a-gape.
By the time hubby was all the way out of his little car, the other was beating a hasty retreat, jumped in his truck, & left with squealing his tires for 1/2 a block.
Hubby later said "we never did find out what upset him."
The young lady that this happened to is middle 40's & very small in height & weight. She is cute, blond, & easily passes for a teeny-bopper.
Her husband is 6'7" & ~400 lb. IOW one big boy.
He drives (or maybe I should say "he wears") a Geo Prism.
At a 4 way stop, he made his stop, then continued to go thru the intersection. The young man in the big pick-em-up truck in the right lane along side him was eyeing his wife & as he followed thru he started yelling, honking, & waving. He then passed the Geo, turned sideways in the road, & jumped out still yelling all the violent things he was gonna do.
The young ladie's hubby got out to meet the young lad. He started getting out & standing up & the yelling went down in volume. He continued getting out & did some more standing up, as the young antagonist came to a stop & now just stood in the middle of the street with his mouth a-gape.
By the time hubby was all the way out of his little car, the other was beating a hasty retreat, jumped in his truck, & left with squealing his tires for 1/2 a block.
Hubby later said "we never did find out what upset him."
hangnoose
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NOT SO FUNNY FOR ME, AT THE TIME.
During college coming home to our apartment from from a double date, me my girl, my roommate & his girlfriend we enter the apartment and sitting there is one of my side girlfriends that the landlord had let in so she could wait for me. Did I mention girlfriend #1 was a redhead with a temper to match? Well my roommate & his girlfriend got the giggles & excused themselves to his room. Every now and then over the yelling I could hear them roaring with laughter. Eventually I saw the humor in it. Hey you are only young once right?
During college coming home to our apartment from from a double date, me my girl, my roommate & his girlfriend we enter the apartment and sitting there is one of my side girlfriends that the landlord had let in so she could wait for me. Did I mention girlfriend #1 was a redhead with a temper to match? Well my roommate & his girlfriend got the giggles & excused themselves to his room. Every now and then over the yelling I could hear them roaring with laughter. Eventually I saw the humor in it. Hey you are only young once right?
Adk.IBO
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1969-1970 school year for me in 7th grade in our Jr. Sr. High school (grades 7-12), all 63 lbs of me. I remember this because I wrestled. Anyway lunch in the cafeteria there was a senior, football player, that got the bright idea of going around grabbing underclass men's food taking a bite, going to the next one, taking another bite and another until he got his fill for the day. Burgers, fries, pizza, whatever was on the menu. The other football players were "huddled around" barely able to contain themselves, actually they weren't, they could hardly keep from rolling around on the floor. This went on for several days and he just happened to not make it to my space in the cafeteria. The more I saw the more ticked I got. Cheeseburgers and french fries were on the menu when he decided to come my way. Guess he didn't notice the fork in my clenched fist as he went for my burger. Before he got to it he had four holes in the back of his hand. He then 'bout knocked me off my chair with a hit to my temple. Fork still clenched in my fist, tears running down my face, glaring back with defiance, the message was try it again sucker! The cafeteria of a couple hundred went silent. He never did it again, to anybody. It was so worth the hit I took. Love to see if he still has those four little scars as a reminder.
Stay safe, John
Stay safe, John
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litenlarry
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I thought of a confrontation, I was not involved, just a bystander..
Circa 1966, I was a union construction labor for a large general contractor..
Fergie the carpenter steward was a tough nut, all 5'5" of him..
A newbie carpenter apprentice showed up on the job site..We were building stick form's for foundation walls to be placed with concrete..No electricity back then..Everything was done with hand tools..
Anyway, Fergie notices the apprentice choking up on his hammer..A no no..Fergie takes his carpenter pencil and draws a line under the palm of his hand and saws off the wooden handle with his hand saw..He chuckled and said you don't need the rest of it anyway..
Next day the apprentice had replaced the wood hammer handle and did the same thing...Fergie drew a line at the end of the apprentices hand and as he had done before started sawing the wooden handle off..About halfway thru, he encountered a steel rod the apprentice had doweled into the handle..So much for Fergie having a sharp hand saw that day.. I about peed my pants, laughing so hard..
Circa 1966, I was a union construction labor for a large general contractor..
Fergie the carpenter steward was a tough nut, all 5'5" of him..
A newbie carpenter apprentice showed up on the job site..We were building stick form's for foundation walls to be placed with concrete..No electricity back then..Everything was done with hand tools..
Anyway, Fergie notices the apprentice choking up on his hammer..A no no..Fergie takes his carpenter pencil and draws a line under the palm of his hand and saws off the wooden handle with his hand saw..He chuckled and said you don't need the rest of it anyway..
Next day the apprentice had replaced the wood hammer handle and did the same thing...Fergie drew a line at the end of the apprentices hand and as he had done before started sawing the wooden handle off..About halfway thru, he encountered a steel rod the apprentice had doweled into the handle..So much for Fergie having a sharp hand saw that day.. I about peed my pants, laughing so hard..
Confrontation Avoided:
Circa 1967 - Uptown neighborhood - Chicago
Having a couple of beers with a friend in small local bar.
We heard a "DISTINCTIVE" sound. Colt 45 slide being cycled.
We looked at each other. "You heard it too?" We GONE!
Unfinished beers left on table as we exited.
Often wondered if a fight was just starting or just ending ...
Or maybe just somebody showing his pistol ...
Bekeart
Circa 1967 - Uptown neighborhood - Chicago
Having a couple of beers with a friend in small local bar.
We heard a "DISTINCTIVE" sound. Colt 45 slide being cycled.
We looked at each other. "You heard it too?" We GONE!
Unfinished beers left on table as we exited.
Often wondered if a fight was just starting or just ending ...
Or maybe just somebody showing his pistol ...
Bekeart
Char1ieJ
Member
hangnoose's girlfriend story reminded me of an even better "confrontation". When I was 15 yrs old, I was dating a girl (we'll call her Kaitlin) who lived out in the country. IMO, we weren't "going steady", so when I met Kaitlin's brother's girlfriend (we'll call her Jennifer), I made small talk and flirted a little.
Long story, short, I ended up going out with Jennifer (the brother's girlfriend) after they broke up. I was still seeing Kaitlin as well. On my 16th birthday, Kaitlin called to say she wanted to come over for a visit. Of course, I said, "Yes!".
A little while later, there was a knock on the front door. I looked outside and saw Kaitlin's car. I opened the door only to find Jennifer standing there. Oh %&^*$#! Around the corner comes Kaitlin...
They brought in cake and ice cream. We had a very awkward chat about turning 16 before BOTH gave me a hug, told me what a schmuck I was and that they neither one wanted to see me again...and walked out the door.
It took a few years before the sting wore off. But, it's funny now!
Long story, short, I ended up going out with Jennifer (the brother's girlfriend) after they broke up. I was still seeing Kaitlin as well. On my 16th birthday, Kaitlin called to say she wanted to come over for a visit. Of course, I said, "Yes!".
A little while later, there was a knock on the front door. I looked outside and saw Kaitlin's car. I opened the door only to find Jennifer standing there. Oh %&^*$#! Around the corner comes Kaitlin...
They brought in cake and ice cream. We had a very awkward chat about turning 16 before BOTH gave me a hug, told me what a schmuck I was and that they neither one wanted to see me again...and walked out the door.
It took a few years before the sting wore off. But, it's funny now!
meaneyedcatz
Member
My dad was working third shift and when he got off work he started down the road and some punks in a Camaro came up behind him and tried to start a bunch of cr**. They started flashing high beams and acting like they were going to ram his Ford Ranger. After a bit they sped around and got in front of him and slammed on the brakes, speeding up and slamming brakes again and again. This went on for several minutes.
Well dad was not afraid of anything but he said he was starting to get scared. Then all of a sudden something clicked and it was ON. I'm sure some of you have had those moments. Dad downshifted the Ranger stepped on the gas and whacked the rear of the Camaro. All of a sudden he could hear the Camaro downshifting an the engine speeding up but they could not get away. Dad pushed those punks 3 or 4 city blocks. He then backed off, the Camaro took off and they left like they owed him money!
Two nights later dad was sitting at a stop light and who pulls up next to him? The Camaro. Dad leaned over and rolled down his window and got the drivers attention with a series of colorful metaphors that I'm sure included comments about his mother. When the Camaro driver realized who it was he slumped down in his seat and when the light turned green to go straight this punk hooked a hard right turn and floored it like there was no tomorrow.
Well dad was not afraid of anything but he said he was starting to get scared. Then all of a sudden something clicked and it was ON. I'm sure some of you have had those moments. Dad downshifted the Ranger stepped on the gas and whacked the rear of the Camaro. All of a sudden he could hear the Camaro downshifting an the engine speeding up but they could not get away. Dad pushed those punks 3 or 4 city blocks. He then backed off, the Camaro took off and they left like they owed him money!
Two nights later dad was sitting at a stop light and who pulls up next to him? The Camaro. Dad leaned over and rolled down his window and got the drivers attention with a series of colorful metaphors that I'm sure included comments about his mother. When the Camaro driver realized who it was he slumped down in his seat and when the light turned green to go straight this punk hooked a hard right turn and floored it like there was no tomorrow.
model70hunter
Member
Remembered another.
My son joined the Marine Reserves after his Jr. year of college, he wanted the conditioning and to lose a few pounds. He was getting a degree in IT. He was promised Marine IT training.
The few pounds he wanted to lose were quite a few for the Corp.They put him on a rice diet and told him they would take him off when he got to the right weight. They never took him off.
They had bussed the lads to the airport, no time to get food, put them on a plane and he got a bag of peanuts to hold him over till he got to Kansas City. I picked him up at the airport. I must say he was one sharp skinny dude. He said Dad I'm starving may die before the morning. Go by White Castles and buy me a few bags full.
I did, we left the drive up window and pulled on the road, hit a no right light, had to wait. We were in my Dodge Ram.
A car load of long haired mouthy, non military types pulled up on my left. They started mouthing my son the Marine. One kept saying Marines are pukes and would stick his finger in his mouth and act like he was throwing up. My son said lean back Dad I'm going to hit his with a White Castle.
What in the blue blazes didn't Gunny Ermy's buddies teach my son?
I told son to cool it, I looked at the funny boy and said, I understand, if I had a face as ugly as yours I'd wanna throw up too.
Funny how funny boys lose their funny bone when they become the butt of a joke. He bailed out of the shotgun seat and headed towards me. I stepped out, his 2 buddies in the back seat tackled him as he was coming to me. One of them said man, look at the size of that him, he'll hurt you bad. He easily let his buds drag him back to the car. The driver burned rubber and ran the red light before their doors were shut.
I jumped in grabbed a White Castle and headed home, my son kept laughing. Said those words hurt him worse than the butt kicking you would have given him.
P.S. I took my son over to his reserve unit to sign in the next day. He was informed they were activated. They gave him to a regular Marine unit to fill an empty slot and off they went to do Desert Storm. He never did get the IT training.
My son joined the Marine Reserves after his Jr. year of college, he wanted the conditioning and to lose a few pounds. He was getting a degree in IT. He was promised Marine IT training.
The few pounds he wanted to lose were quite a few for the Corp.They put him on a rice diet and told him they would take him off when he got to the right weight. They never took him off.
They had bussed the lads to the airport, no time to get food, put them on a plane and he got a bag of peanuts to hold him over till he got to Kansas City. I picked him up at the airport. I must say he was one sharp skinny dude. He said Dad I'm starving may die before the morning. Go by White Castles and buy me a few bags full.
I did, we left the drive up window and pulled on the road, hit a no right light, had to wait. We were in my Dodge Ram.
A car load of long haired mouthy, non military types pulled up on my left. They started mouthing my son the Marine. One kept saying Marines are pukes and would stick his finger in his mouth and act like he was throwing up. My son said lean back Dad I'm going to hit his with a White Castle.
What in the blue blazes didn't Gunny Ermy's buddies teach my son?
I told son to cool it, I looked at the funny boy and said, I understand, if I had a face as ugly as yours I'd wanna throw up too.
Funny how funny boys lose their funny bone when they become the butt of a joke. He bailed out of the shotgun seat and headed towards me. I stepped out, his 2 buddies in the back seat tackled him as he was coming to me. One of them said man, look at the size of that him, he'll hurt you bad. He easily let his buds drag him back to the car. The driver burned rubber and ran the red light before their doors were shut.
I jumped in grabbed a White Castle and headed home, my son kept laughing. Said those words hurt him worse than the butt kicking you would have given him.
P.S. I took my son over to his reserve unit to sign in the next day. He was informed they were activated. They gave him to a regular Marine unit to fill an empty slot and off they went to do Desert Storm. He never did get the IT training.
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meaneyedcatz
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We leased a cabin on a river for weekend use for several years. Across the river was a corn field that was used by illegal campers.
On one particular Saturday a coupe of guys were tossing cans and bottles in the river and shooting them. My dad and other male relatives would shout, in a nice tone, "don't shoot, people over here".
Well, they kept shooting and after a while the verbal warning were more of a stern warning to stop.
Finally my dad stood up and said "lets go guys".
He, my grandfather, great uncle and a cousin grabbed every gun they had and went down to the river.
Dad shouted something like " hey you stupid bunches of son of a *******, there are people over here!"
Well the two guys threw another bottle in the river and then it was on. All my relatives pulled up and laid every bullet on that bottle. Dad said it looked like a volcano of water spewing up in the river.
The two dudes just stood there not moving a muscle. They quietly turned around put down their guns and while they still camped there the rest of the day we didn't hear a sound from them.
On one particular Saturday a coupe of guys were tossing cans and bottles in the river and shooting them. My dad and other male relatives would shout, in a nice tone, "don't shoot, people over here".
Well, they kept shooting and after a while the verbal warning were more of a stern warning to stop.
Finally my dad stood up and said "lets go guys".
He, my grandfather, great uncle and a cousin grabbed every gun they had and went down to the river.
Dad shouted something like " hey you stupid bunches of son of a *******, there are people over here!"
Well the two guys threw another bottle in the river and then it was on. All my relatives pulled up and laid every bullet on that bottle. Dad said it looked like a volcano of water spewing up in the river.
The two dudes just stood there not moving a muscle. They quietly turned around put down their guns and while they still camped there the rest of the day we didn't hear a sound from them.
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me and a couple of buddies were leaving a outdoor concert in Memphis. after several trips to the bar beside the stage for burbon and water the show was over. I was elected to drive because I drank whiskey all day and they drank beer. in line in the traffic I hit the car in front of me in the rearend fairly hard by accident or by jim beam. any way the guy starts to get out and I stepped one foot on the ground and said aw hell it didn't hurt anything git ur azz back in the car. to my surprise he did ,when we got home there was still taillight glass on the bumper. we still laugh bout that after a few tall cool ones
me and a couple of buddies were leaving a outdoor concert in Memphis. after several trips to the bar beside the stage for burbon and water the show was over. I was elected to drive because I drank whiskey all day and they drank beer. in line in the traffic I hit the car in front of me in the rearend fairly hard by accident or by jim beam. any way the guy starts to get out and I stepped one foot on the ground and said aw hell it didn't hurt anything git ur azz back in the car. to my surprise he did ,when we got home there was still taillight glass on the bumper. we still laugh bout that after a few tall cool ones
jag312
Member
I had a verbal confrontation with a creepy little guy with a big mouth. He was a convicted child molester who was pretending to be a member of the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club. Life is too short for me to be bothered with a loud mouth creepy child molester. I just ignored him. However, if the local chapter of the Hells Angels ever learned that a child molester was pretending to be a Hells Angel, they would have put him in a hospital for an extended stay. Or the morgue. I don't know of any motorcycle club that has any tolerance for child molesters.
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