I have mentioned that I am 6 feet 4 inches tall, weigh 230 pounds, and have size 15 feet.
I try never to take advantage of my size except to protect the vulnerable and weak. But sometimes, I can’t help getting a little laugh out of it.
Mollie had a haircut appointment a little while ago. I was going to take her, but her mother wanted some input on the haircut, so she left work a little early to meet us at the hair place. I just needed to drop Mollie off. We were driving through the big mall parking lot, and there were these three punk teenage boys, walking right down the middle of the road. We and the cars ahead of us had to drive at the pace set by these youngsters, because there were cars coming the other way. We couldn’t swerve around the punks, who were quite obviously enjoying their little parade.
I turned into one of the side rows and took a longer but faster route. I parked, said hi to my wife and bye to Mollie, and started walking back to my car. And guess what?
Here came the three little punks, walking now between the cars parked row by row. Now don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of finding these kids just to say how rude I thought they were. But now, here they were, face to face with me, between sets of parked cars. And because of how narrow the gap between the cars was, they were now walking single file instead of abreast.
There was room for us to pass each other if we turned sideways. But something just clicked in my brain, and I found myself stopping right in front of the lead kid. I spread my legs, crossed my arms, and just stared silently at them. They stopped also, looking a little confused and at least a little concerned.
I let them worry for a few seconds.
Then I said, “It sucks when people are rude and act like you don’t even exist, isn’t it?”
They exchanged glances, not knowing what I was driving at… (that was a pun, by the way)…
So I quickly explained that that was exactly how all the drivers who had been forced to wait for them while they played their little game felt.
Then I proceeded to walk on past them. And I didn’t turn sideways, either. They had to quickly lean up against the parked cars to keep from being brushed aside. I gave them a very nice smile as I passed.
So there you go. I didn’t lay a hand on them. I didn’t raise my voice, curse, or make rude hand gestures.
But I did teach them a lesson and give them something to think about.
Pouring My Art Out 
Gosh I wish it was captured on video to go viral on Youtube. Would be an instant classic to those kids the are always on it. Good for you
Kids do not want to watch me making kids looking bad… but parents might.
No, kids like watching other kids get schooled. They just don’t want to be the ones being schooled. LOL
You may be right.
good for you…..im a skinny little runt of note but im still rather good at intimidating the punks…….my son in law is shit scared of me…..i think its got to do with chasing him with an axe and throwing bricks through his windscreen whilst he tried to run me over…….yeah being a little crazy has it good side………….
ohh and putting one of the other punks in hospital with a whiskey bottle……..that one turned out to be a bit painfull though when about six of em almost kicked me to death…but ill do it again if ever one is as cheeky and arrogant to my wife again……..
I got sued by a guy who I tried not to hurt… even though he deserved it… but he was more delicate than he appeared. And he swung a punch at me.
Ilearned the fine art of intimidation on mean streets and in dive bars.
i have however become somewhat calmer and a little more civilized over the last few years……….conan still resides somewhere within though.
I let my inner Conan babysit my inner child.
He’s funny, but I think Triumph the Insult comic Dog might be a little risque for kids.
That is a good idea… for me to poop on…
Everybody poops.
But some of us do it with style.
Good for you. I wish I was a giant ( and not just slightly overweight 😦 ) ya just get sick of doing two miles an hour behind these fools that think they own the road (world?) I don’t even go out in my car when the high school kids are let out for the day. UGH! Bad parenting. Punk kids. DANG!
Ok. Now you got me riled!
Take a deep breath…
Better. Thanks. (phew!)
Just remember that I am there to fight for justice, the American way of life, and the downtrodden. Just sit back and relax. You are in good hands.
Thank you, Dennis Haysbert 😉
I love that guy. He was awesome in 24. And the Unit. I even like his comercials.
It’s all in the voice, and he’s tall. And he’s dark. And he’s a hunk! Love The Unit.
Somehow, that doesn’t sound right.
I think they stopped making it.
Good for you PMAO. They needed that
Ed was not impressed. I told him about our prank idea. Waiting to hear back. We could do it to Mooselicker.
I don’t know if I’ll be in. I am going to try to find an online job. If I do, I won’t have time for games. I need to help out though here. I’ve been lazy
I would love to make this stupid magic box earn me some money.
I don’t remember any prank thingy telling
I commented back to you somewhere…
And then you hit them like THIS, and punched them like THAT, and did that thing where you jump up and kick two of them at once! OMG, you’re such a badass! Wow, when I grow up, I want to be just like you! You’re my hero!
Seriously, yeah, that was pretty cool.
That came across as just a little sarcastic.
I meant every word I meant.
Sigh.
Great lesson!
Not everyone thinks so. But I couldn’t help myself.
You illustrated the point with imagination. Too much restraint is detrimental to one’s health, let your bad self out!
I used to do that more. But I like to think it about flair and style.
Yeah that’s what I meant “flair and style”.
Those are two of my good qualities. I have at least one more.
Wow, 3 good qualities, look at you GO.
I know, right?