I walked into a KFC just now to order a sandwich, and the moment I stepped inside, one of them said, "Hey, that's the guy who's always in the KFC."
Never having met them in my life — and having never stepped inside a KFC in months — I probably looked at him with a confused expression.
"What do you want?" he asked me as I paused.
"Nothing," I said.
"Ha!" he began taking on an aggressive demeanour, "That's what I thought."
I realized he was trying to get something out of me, and I began considering my options.
The guy was short, stocky, and wore glasses. I could tell he hadn't showered in a week. He has mustard stains on his clothes, and when he walked close to me, I could smell booze from the night before. There was no question I could take him on — if it had to come to that.
His friend, on the other hand, was different. He was tall and rangy, and looked like the smarter of the too. It also knew if in any violence happened, he'd be a part of it.
I ordered my food, then stepped back. I took it easy, sipped my tea, and continued to mind my own business — not saying a thing.
Shorty, though, decided to turn around and stare at me. I tried being friendly. I asked him how he was doing. He didn't reply, opting instead to pull up a chair beside me and continue staring at me.
So asked him, "Hey, would you like this other chair for you friend?"
"No," he laughed, "You can sit here if you want to."
I wasn't having any of it. So I moved over, and decided to leave the chair open for his friend.
His friend then sat down, and they both continued staring at me. I continued to sip my coffee, never giving them eye contact for a single moment.
Shorty walked over to me, laughed in my face, and said, "I could totally kick your ass."
Once again, I didn't say a single thing to him, continued to sip my tea, waiting for my order to finish.
Finally, the KFC girl let me know my order was done. I grabbed my sandwich, and just as I left, Shorty said to his friend, "Don't worry, we'll go after him in just a moment."
I left the premises, fully expecting both of them to come right out. I was fully ready to engage if I had to, and had all the confidence in the world that I could at least hurt Shorty.
But, neither one of them followed me out.
Frankly, this whole thing went about as well as it could have. I have no idea why both of them wanted to cause trouble with me. I also have no idea why neither of them tried to do what they said they were going to do.
Never having met them in my life — and having never stepped inside a KFC in months — I probably looked at him with a confused expression.
"What do you want?" he asked me as I paused.
"Nothing," I said.
"Ha!" he began taking on an aggressive demeanour, "That's what I thought."
I realized he was trying to get something out of me, and I began considering my options.
The guy was short, stocky, and wore glasses. I could tell he hadn't showered in a week. He has mustard stains on his clothes, and when he walked close to me, I could smell booze from the night before. There was no question I could take him on — if it had to come to that.
His friend, on the other hand, was different. He was tall and rangy, and looked like the smarter of the too. It also knew if in any violence happened, he'd be a part of it.
I ordered my food, then stepped back. I took it easy, sipped my tea, and continued to mind my own business — not saying a thing.
Shorty, though, decided to turn around and stare at me. I tried being friendly. I asked him how he was doing. He didn't reply, opting instead to pull up a chair beside me and continue staring at me.
So asked him, "Hey, would you like this other chair for you friend?"
"No," he laughed, "You can sit here if you want to."
I wasn't having any of it. So I moved over, and decided to leave the chair open for his friend.
His friend then sat down, and they both continued staring at me. I continued to sip my coffee, never giving them eye contact for a single moment.
Shorty walked over to me, laughed in my face, and said, "I could totally kick your ass."
Once again, I didn't say a single thing to him, continued to sip my tea, waiting for my order to finish.
Finally, the KFC girl let me know my order was done. I grabbed my sandwich, and just as I left, Shorty said to his friend, "Don't worry, we'll go after him in just a moment."
I left the premises, fully expecting both of them to come right out. I was fully ready to engage if I had to, and had all the confidence in the world that I could at least hurt Shorty.
But, neither one of them followed me out.
Frankly, this whole thing went about as well as it could have. I have no idea why both of them wanted to cause trouble with me. I also have no idea why neither of them tried to do what they said they were going to do.
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