"Capt. Mooron" wrote in
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Okay, so I'm taking my dear ole Mum to the shopping center to get a
new phone. There is some ruckus going on at the door being caused by a
bunch of young hoodlums dressed like gansta rappers and the mall
security. The security guards are calling for back up and I see teens
shove an elderly gentleman attempting to enter the mall right into the
rail and down on the ground. I'm watching all this in amazement and
wondering how I'm going to get my sweet little mom with a bad heart
into the mall safely.

I had a route planned to circumvent the altercation.... when as fate
would
have it my mother had about enough of the swearing and foul language
and decided to poke her cane at the nearest one... who by chance to
my running bad luck.... seemed to be the toughest and loudest looking
one in the lot. She told him to mind his manners and he managed to get
the words "**** off you bitch" out, before I snapped and hit him with
full body backed punch that hit so hard it lifted him off his feet and
cracked the door he hit with his head before falling down to the
ground... out for the count. The rest of the delinquents split like
covey of flushed quail and I escorted mom in to the phone store a few
feet inside the doors. The cops arrived... questioned me, arrested the
guy I hit. Apparently this same guy had pulled a knife on one of the
security guards earlier on. This "teen" was at least 6' and easily my
weight.... what are they feeding these guys nowadays. We never did
this **** when I was growing up!

My knuckles are bruised but not cut and it was at least a half hour
before the adrenaline rush subsided so I could have a smoke without my
hands shaking. I'm having a couple of stiff drinks.... it's been about
8 years since I hit anyone. It felt oddly good though!

Oh yeah... forgot to mention.... my mum never batted an eyelash and
was cool as a cucumber throughout the whole thing. When I asked her
about it she reminded me she was in europe during WW2 and lived in the
jungle in Africa for 10 years.

you want my opinion?


Bertie