Today's story comes to mind from barroom brawls. I was never one to start a fight, but I always seemed to end up in one. Whenever or wherever I went, it happened. I was leaving a bar one night. As I walked out the door, I saw a man and a woman coming towards me. I had almost made it to the road when I could hear them arguing. I ignored it as they passed me. The lady said something to me. I kept going, not even knowing what she said. Then the guy said something. I turned to look back over my shoulder, which he replied, "You heard me," thinking he thought I had said something to her. I said, "I didn't say anything," to which he replied, "You better not have."
I kind of chuckled and said, "Sure, okay," and continued walking towards my truck beside the road. In a moment, he was in front of me, telling me what was what and to mind my own business. I said, "Have a good night, I'm going home," but he wouldn’t stop. I was trying to ignore him, which just aggravated him more. He got in front of me, blocking my path. I was getting upset but still headed toward my truck.
He decided to chest bump me, and I had had enough. I hit him with both hands in the chest to push him away. He flew backwards and landed in the road on his back. I was ready for him to get up, thinking there would be a fight, but in that instance, I knew there wasn't going to be a fight. As soon as he hit the road, he sprang up instantly—but with only one leg. His other leg flew into the middle of the road. I was a bit confused at first as he hopped over and retrieved his leg, while two more guys were walking past me, shaking their heads.
All I could say was, "I didn't know." They looked at me with shame, and I kept saying, "I didn't know."
I kind of chuckled and said, "Sure, okay," and continued walking towards my truck beside the road. In a moment, he was in front of me, telling me what was what and to mind my own business. I said, "Have a good night, I'm going home," but he wouldn’t stop. I was trying to ignore him, which just aggravated him more. He got in front of me, blocking my path. I was getting upset but still headed toward my truck.
He decided to chest bump me, and I had had enough. I hit him with both hands in the chest to push him away. He flew backwards and landed in the road on his back. I was ready for him to get up, thinking there would be a fight, but in that instance, I knew there wasn't going to be a fight. As soon as he hit the road, he sprang up instantly—but with only one leg. His other leg flew into the middle of the road. I was a bit confused at first as he hopped over and retrieved his leg, while two more guys were walking past me, shaking their heads.
All I could say was, "I didn't know." They looked at me with shame, and I kept saying, "I didn't know."
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