Just tonight, I made a run to the local Albertson's. On my way in, I pass the Krispy Kreme delivery pervert, who is unloading his truck. I'm hanging out in the bakery aisle, trying to debate between sugar cookies or a couple of donuts, when the Krispy Kreme delivery man comes over and offers to pay for whatever I'm buying. I say no. He asks me for my number. I tell him I'm not interested. He asks for mine. I walk away at this point.
Cut to 15 minutes later. (It's nearly 2 am by this time.) Now, who do I see, waiting at my car? You got it, Mr. Krispy Kreme. Standing IN FRONT OF MY DOOR, not letting me into my OWN FUCKING CAR. I'd never been so pissed off in all my LIFE. I tell him to go away, he asks me why am I rejecting a perfectly good brotha (who's oldre than my father, at LEAST), blahblahblah. To make a long story short...he reached for me. Now, I'm a martial arts student, and belive me when I say it takes little or nothing to put someone on the ground. Not even a hit. Just a simple grab, trap and twist of his wrist with my fingers on the proper pressure points and he's on the ground screaming for his life. But I shouldn't have even had to do that.
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Date: 2004-07-01 01:03 am (UTC)Cut to 15 minutes later. (It's nearly 2 am by this time.) Now, who do I see, waiting at my car? You got it, Mr. Krispy Kreme. Standing IN FRONT OF MY DOOR, not letting me into my OWN FUCKING CAR. I'd never been so pissed off in all my LIFE. I tell him to go away, he asks me why am I rejecting a perfectly good brotha (who's oldre than my father, at LEAST), blahblahblah. To make a long story short...he reached for me. Now, I'm a martial arts student, and belive me when I say it takes little or nothing to put someone on the ground. Not even a hit. Just a simple grab, trap and twist of his wrist with my fingers on the proper pressure points and he's on the ground screaming for his life. But I shouldn't have even had to do that.