How fights begin...
 

On Mon, 29 Oct 2007 11:12:16 -0500, John H.
wrote:

...as relayed by my brother. I'm not sure if this is true, but this is what
he said:

I was driving to work the other day when I tapped the rear end of a car
that had stopped in front of me. I got out to survey the scratch on this
guy's bumper. So did the other guy.

When he stepped out of his car, I saw he was a DWARF! He walked to
the back of his car, put his hands on his hips, and said "I AM NOT HAPPY".

Then I said "Well, which one ARE you?"

That's how the fight started.

ROTFL!!!

How fights begin...
 

....as relayed by my brother. I'm not sure if this is true, but this is what
he said:

I was driving to work the other day when I tapped the rear end of a car
that had stopped in front of me. I got out to survey the scratch on this
guy's bumper. So did the other guy.

When he stepped out of his car, I saw he was a DWARF! He walked to
the back of his car, put his hands on his hips, and said "I AM NOT HAPPY".

Then I said "Well, which one ARE you?"

That's how the fight started.

How fights begin...
 

On Oct 29, 11:32 am, Short Wave Sportfishing
wrote:
On Mon, 29 Oct 2007 11:12:16 -0500, John H.
wrote:

...as relayed by my brother. I'm not sure if this is true, but this is what
he said:

I was driving to work the other day when I tapped the rear end of a car
that had stopped in front of me. I got out to survey the scratch on this
guy's bumper. So did the other guy.

When he stepped out of his car, I saw he was a DWARF! He walked to
the back of his car, put his hands on his hips, and said "I AM NOT HAPPY".

Then I said "Well, which one ARE you?"

That's how the fight started.

ROTFL!!!

Something similar did happen to me in 1982 in Casper, WY. A car
tapped us in the rear and a block later did it again so we stopped at
a main intersection in Casper so me and my friend Bob got out ready
for a fight. I am 6'2" and he is 6'4". This tiny little guy gets out
of his car and starts yelling at us incomprehensibly. Bob and I look
at each other cuz it would look foolish for either of us to get into a
fight with this tiny guy. This gives the little guy time to reach
into his car and get a gun and start pointing it at us screaming. I
say, "You win" and calmly walk into the bar to call the cops. I call
the cops and walk back out wondering what happed to Bob cuz I expected
him to be next to me in the bar. The little guy had driven away but
Bob was standing there ****ed at me for not "helping him deal with the
guy". Huh? a crazed fool waves a gun at us and I'm supposed to stand
there and let him shoot us? I thought Bob was smart enough to walk
away with me into the bar. I'd let the fool run into my car dozens of
times if he's waving a gun, my car isnt worth our lives. In 2007, Bob
is still ****ed at me, some people have no sense.

How fights begin...
 

On Mon, 29 Oct 2007 15:32:42 GMT, Short Wave Sportfishing
wrote:

On Mon, 29 Oct 2007 11:12:16 -0500, John H.
wrote:

...as relayed by my brother. I'm not sure if this is true, but this is what
he said:

I was driving to work the other day when I tapped the rear end of a car
that had stopped in front of me. I got out to survey the scratch on this
guy's bumper. So did the other guy.

When he stepped out of his car, I saw he was a DWARF! He walked to
the back of his car, put his hands on his hips, and said "I AM NOT HAPPY".

Then I said "Well, which one ARE you?"

That's how the fight started.

ROTFL!!!

Me too. For the second or third time!