For OB = Grocery Store brawl = Scoutmaster vs. Rice Boys
Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 2:00 pm
This happened in August. As far as the grocery store debacle......I was out in an industrial area at my storage unit after a Cub Scout Pack meeting. I was dropping off a bunch of crap and then heading home. Dylan was with me and we were having a good time playing flashlight Jedi's.
I could hear rice-cannons about two streets over, deeper in the industrial area, I shook my head and laughed and told Dylan about when we were stupid kids and we used to race in San Jose at Ringwood, or out at Baylands in Fremont. I told him how bummed I was that the only track around now is Sonoma. Then he asks if I had a Viper GTS when I was a kid. What a rad kid, future gearhead.
We left the storage unit and as I rolled up to the stoplight I saw the rice boy haulin' ass up to my rear end. (single lane). I turned right after a pause and the kid almost rearends me as he runs the red to follow. The headlight pattern tells me its not a car to be impressed by, as do the ice-blue driving lights.
About half a mile up the lanes opne up and the road goes to three lanes through hevay-duty suburbia. Rice boy is next to me with his booming base system and his APC sidemarkers. His passenger is yelling out the window at me and I'm ignoring him. Dylan is scared that these guys are yelling and wants to know why. I tell him "I don't know buddy, seems like they are pretty worked up about something huh?"
Right about then is when they swerve at me. Not once, but twice. Then they flip me off while hanging out the window screaming profanities at my son and I. Insert ricer fly-by. They take off like snot. Doing probably 80 or 90 in a 35 zone.
Two minutes later I pull up behind them at a busy intersection surrounded by strip malls. I notice that they flip me off again as they pull away from the light and pull into a grocery store.
Now, I've had enough.
We pull in and I tell Dylan that daddy might have to fight. He akss why. I say because those boys attacked us for no reason and they cussed at you.
I park my car WAY out in the parking lot behind a dually P/U to hide it from potential fight-induced vandalism. I remove my Scout uniform and enter teh grocery store with Dylan in tow.
The 4 20-something lads are in the produce isle heading for the beer/wine in the back. I confront them before they ever make it. At first they have no idea who I am, so I turn my hat sideways and stick my middle finger about a millimeter from dude's face. Suddenly they decide to back up.
At that point I lay into him hard, screaming about cutting me off, almost rearending me, cussing at my little boy and me. (Dylan is still in his Scout uniform and in a "ready" stance he learned at Tae Kwon Do. Three out of four of the dudes are dead silent as I lay into the driver even harder. I ask him how fucking tough he is now with everyone in the store staring. I tell him about how he could have killed my son if we wrecked, etc.
By this time the adrenalin is going and I'm getting really fired up. A store clerk trys to step in and thats when I gotta' cool down. I invite all four dudes to step outside and they remain silent. The driver says," I'm fucking sorry asshole." At that point I shove the driver as hard as I can into the salad dressing shelf behind him. It makes a big mess of plastic bottles bouncing all over the floor. (I got lucky nothing broke, thank God for plastic squeezy bottles) Driver fell on his butt, not quite all the way, then jumped up like he was gonna' do something. I stuck my chin in his face and begged him to hit me so I could rip him to "fucking pieces".
I looked at Dylan and I could tell he was done so I apologized to the clerk for the mess and started walking out. The lads did not follow, though I stopped out front and did my best "wigger-call-out-arm-stretch-move". I peeped in and apologized to the manager as he bolted to the produce area form the front end.
The cops rolled right passed me as I walked out to my car. Dylan and I waited cuz I knew they would want to have words. I put my Scout uniform back on for good measure.
The men in blue reached my car and I told them the story. I volunteered to wait outside as they interviewed the idiots in the store. The cops came out and told me that the "guys say they don't know anything about what happened." Then the cop tells me that they had just come from ten calls on the inductrial area from surrounding homes and neighborhoods. I point out the Toyota Camry with the 19" wheels, and all the vinyl on the windows. He shakes his head, then shakes my hand and sends me home. I apologize for wasting his time and he replies with," It wasn't a waste of time, its just nice to see these idiots getting what they deserve once in a while." I say thanks and crank over the ACR. (dual tip rice cannons ablaze, I leave)
It was a great day.
I explained to Dylan why I did what I did. I was defending my family. I also explained that I would be proud if he did the same for his family some day. NOBODY talks shit to my wife and son and gets away with it, its a man's duty to defend his family. And NOBODY puts my family at risk and gets away with it. I would hope that every guy on this forum would do this for their families.
I could hear rice-cannons about two streets over, deeper in the industrial area, I shook my head and laughed and told Dylan about when we were stupid kids and we used to race in San Jose at Ringwood, or out at Baylands in Fremont. I told him how bummed I was that the only track around now is Sonoma. Then he asks if I had a Viper GTS when I was a kid. What a rad kid, future gearhead.
We left the storage unit and as I rolled up to the stoplight I saw the rice boy haulin' ass up to my rear end. (single lane). I turned right after a pause and the kid almost rearends me as he runs the red to follow. The headlight pattern tells me its not a car to be impressed by, as do the ice-blue driving lights.
About half a mile up the lanes opne up and the road goes to three lanes through hevay-duty suburbia. Rice boy is next to me with his booming base system and his APC sidemarkers. His passenger is yelling out the window at me and I'm ignoring him. Dylan is scared that these guys are yelling and wants to know why. I tell him "I don't know buddy, seems like they are pretty worked up about something huh?"
Right about then is when they swerve at me. Not once, but twice. Then they flip me off while hanging out the window screaming profanities at my son and I. Insert ricer fly-by. They take off like snot. Doing probably 80 or 90 in a 35 zone.
Two minutes later I pull up behind them at a busy intersection surrounded by strip malls. I notice that they flip me off again as they pull away from the light and pull into a grocery store.
Now, I've had enough.
We pull in and I tell Dylan that daddy might have to fight. He akss why. I say because those boys attacked us for no reason and they cussed at you.
I park my car WAY out in the parking lot behind a dually P/U to hide it from potential fight-induced vandalism. I remove my Scout uniform and enter teh grocery store with Dylan in tow.
The 4 20-something lads are in the produce isle heading for the beer/wine in the back. I confront them before they ever make it. At first they have no idea who I am, so I turn my hat sideways and stick my middle finger about a millimeter from dude's face. Suddenly they decide to back up.
At that point I lay into him hard, screaming about cutting me off, almost rearending me, cussing at my little boy and me. (Dylan is still in his Scout uniform and in a "ready" stance he learned at Tae Kwon Do. Three out of four of the dudes are dead silent as I lay into the driver even harder. I ask him how fucking tough he is now with everyone in the store staring. I tell him about how he could have killed my son if we wrecked, etc.
By this time the adrenalin is going and I'm getting really fired up. A store clerk trys to step in and thats when I gotta' cool down. I invite all four dudes to step outside and they remain silent. The driver says," I'm fucking sorry asshole." At that point I shove the driver as hard as I can into the salad dressing shelf behind him. It makes a big mess of plastic bottles bouncing all over the floor. (I got lucky nothing broke, thank God for plastic squeezy bottles) Driver fell on his butt, not quite all the way, then jumped up like he was gonna' do something. I stuck my chin in his face and begged him to hit me so I could rip him to "fucking pieces".
I looked at Dylan and I could tell he was done so I apologized to the clerk for the mess and started walking out. The lads did not follow, though I stopped out front and did my best "wigger-call-out-arm-stretch-move". I peeped in and apologized to the manager as he bolted to the produce area form the front end.
The cops rolled right passed me as I walked out to my car. Dylan and I waited cuz I knew they would want to have words. I put my Scout uniform back on for good measure.
The men in blue reached my car and I told them the story. I volunteered to wait outside as they interviewed the idiots in the store. The cops came out and told me that the "guys say they don't know anything about what happened." Then the cop tells me that they had just come from ten calls on the inductrial area from surrounding homes and neighborhoods. I point out the Toyota Camry with the 19" wheels, and all the vinyl on the windows. He shakes his head, then shakes my hand and sends me home. I apologize for wasting his time and he replies with," It wasn't a waste of time, its just nice to see these idiots getting what they deserve once in a while." I say thanks and crank over the ACR. (dual tip rice cannons ablaze, I leave)
It was a great day.
I explained to Dylan why I did what I did. I was defending my family. I also explained that I would be proud if he did the same for his family some day. NOBODY talks shit to my wife and son and gets away with it, its a man's duty to defend his family. And NOBODY puts my family at risk and gets away with it. I would hope that every guy on this forum would do this for their families.
Grambo!
