So, new stories! Apologies on telling the first one with significant delay, it happened about a week and a half ago, methinks.
So the basics: me, still upset at needing to fix my computer, move off to withdraw some cash from the bank. I am incredibly pissed off, and there's this bum bothering a woman with an infant on her lap for change. He won't shut up, so I walk to the guy and tell him to leave the lady alone.
At which point we recognize each other. He was the same bum I denied change the other day. He tells me to piss off, and I reach for his throat and slam his back against the wall, full-on rage mode.
"I'm gonna give you three seconds to vanish from my sight and never show up again."And then the fucking unexpected happens.
While still suspended, he pulls a pistol on me. I shit you not.
Body reacts before the brain registers the threat. I throw him down against the sidewalk, grab his arm, twist his shoulder off the socket with a sickening crunch, and grab the pistol. My hands move practically on their own - I distinctly remember the feel of the grip as I remove the safety, clip, pop the one in the chamber, and pull the slide clean off. This is shit I'd seen on videogames and movies; I've never had gun training before, my body just moved on its own.
He was unconscious from hitting the sidewalk, so I drop the clip and the slide on a storm drain and walk away, trying to make sense of what the fuck had just happened.
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This one's more recent.
So I'm taking the graveyard bus to the family hometown. It's a five hour ride. Twenty minutes in some asshole pulls out a laptop and starts watching a DVD of atrocious music, loud. Everyone is obviously upset, but the guy looks like he may have well stolen the thing so they don't wanna talk to him.
My turn.
"Listen man, it's a long ride, and I think everyone would love to get some sleep. Would you mind turning it down? I also have a pair of extra headphones I could lend you for the trip."He tells me to fuck off.
And I think "I don't need this shit."
"Fine. I've got my own music, and I can outlast you. I'll just go back to my seat and quietly await for your laptop to implode."15 minutes later we hear the loud bang of his laptop battery overheating and blowing up. (Non-tech savvy people, I tell ya.)
20 minutes later, some kid seems to be having a nightmare, and his mother, for some bizarre fucking reason, starts talking on her cell phone. Loud. This is 2:30 AM by now, mind. She keeps complaining about the kid who won't shut up, even though she's clearly making a hell of a lot more racket.
"Ma'am, would you mind turning that thing off? You're disturbing everyone else."She tells me to fuck off.
"I don't need to shut you up. I'll just go to my seat and quietly await for your cell phone to implode."Upon remembering what she saw happen to the guy's laptop she apologizes, turns it off and asks me not to do that because she'd just bought the phone and hadn't paid it off yet...
