Reminds incident when I was about 10. My dad would have been about 55 at the time, and we were at Bouchard Gardens in Victoria. Some 20 something year old guy in a Trans Am decided to just barge in and take a spot my dad had been waiting for, for about 5 minutes. My dad got out of our station wagon, walked up to the guy, and asked him to move since he had signalled and waited for the spot for 5 minutes or so, while the other family was packing their stuff in the car. This greaseball punk proceeded to spit on my dad, and say "F*@% you old man!" My dad literally pulled the guy out through the window / T-top of the car and started feeding the guy shots like he was pull starting a lawnmower. Grease ball skid guy was actually crying, got in his car doing that hyper ventialting lower lip quivering crying, and sped off.
I learned three things that day. People from Victoria are Pussay's, my dad was bonafide badass f'ing awesome, and never mess with old man strength.
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