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I did something VERY stupid today
As I was walking into the thug McDonalds in downtown Ft. Lauderdale, this black kid blew cigarette smoke in my face. At first, I didn't think anything of it, then I was like, that's ****in' rude, and I stared at him all the way into the store. I had half a mind to walk out and confront him, but I reminded myself that going to jail for assault and battery over one puff of smoke isn't a good trade. I went to the bathroom, and on my way out, the kid came in so I said something.
"You always blow smoke in people's faces, punk."
"I didn't try to."
"Next time, try apologizing."
As I went to get my food, he takes his shirt off and walks out the store saying something like, "I don't need to take this ****."
Stupid, stupid, stupid. I know damn well there are thugs all over the place at this corner, though for the life of me, I don't know why.
He goes and says something to another guy, and then another, and the next thing I know, the three of them walk into the store, the biggest guy (who was all fat), is saying I called his "little brother" a ****** and startin' ****.
I don't bother to stand. I know that standing will escalate the situation, and I'm in a bad spot with no way out and not much room to move.
I'm like, "The hell I did, I told him to apologize for blowin' smoke in my face." The kid is standing there grinning, like I'm gonna get a beat down, though I figure I can take two of them, even if my martial arts are a little rusty.
At this point, the staff is just staring, and the managers come from behind the counter . . . and stand there. They do nothing. they say nothing.
Fat boy says I'm lucky he don't spill my guts. And still the silence from the management. They aren't even calling the police.
I say, "I called him 'a punk,'" which of course means something different in thug vernacluar (it means someone who takes it up the ass). He chews his lip for a second, sees that he's not scaring me, slaps my Cubs cap and walks out agains saying something about me calling his little brother a ******, at which point I say,
"My wife's black. I don't use that language."
They stand outside for another ten fifteen minutes, while the Micky Dee's management still does nothing. So I'm stuck at the store for about an hour and a half until I'm sure they're gone. I saw one of them slinking around across the street about a half hour after they'd disappeared, and the two girls that were with them kept popping back in at irregular intervals.
"You always blow smoke in people's faces, punk."
"I didn't try to."
"Next time, try apologizing."
As I went to get my food, he takes his shirt off and walks out the store saying something like, "I don't need to take this ****."
Stupid, stupid, stupid. I know damn well there are thugs all over the place at this corner, though for the life of me, I don't know why.
He goes and says something to another guy, and then another, and the next thing I know, the three of them walk into the store, the biggest guy (who was all fat), is saying I called his "little brother" a ****** and startin' ****.
I don't bother to stand. I know that standing will escalate the situation, and I'm in a bad spot with no way out and not much room to move.
I'm like, "The hell I did, I told him to apologize for blowin' smoke in my face." The kid is standing there grinning, like I'm gonna get a beat down, though I figure I can take two of them, even if my martial arts are a little rusty.
At this point, the staff is just staring, and the managers come from behind the counter . . . and stand there. They do nothing. they say nothing.
Fat boy says I'm lucky he don't spill my guts. And still the silence from the management. They aren't even calling the police.
I say, "I called him 'a punk,'" which of course means something different in thug vernacluar (it means someone who takes it up the ass). He chews his lip for a second, sees that he's not scaring me, slaps my Cubs cap and walks out agains saying something about me calling his little brother a ******, at which point I say,
"My wife's black. I don't use that language."
They stand outside for another ten fifteen minutes, while the Micky Dee's management still does nothing. So I'm stuck at the store for about an hour and a half until I'm sure they're gone. I saw one of them slinking around across the street about a half hour after they'd disappeared, and the two girls that were with them kept popping back in at irregular intervals.
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