WonderNine
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I'm passing on this lame story only for the revelation I had at the end. This happened the other day.
I think I handled it ok, but things could've gone bad and I was pretty stupid. I was riding through the park on the bike trail along the river just minding my own business looking around. It's about 6pm, 76 degrees, ect. I'm not in a particularily good mood for reasons I have forgotten already. I happened to notice on my left three high school punks leaning on a red chevy cavalier about 50-75 yards away. I looked and one of them was waving at me. I kind of looked away then I did a double take and looked back and he's still standing their waving at me smiling acting like a general moron. Is this guy making fun of me? *** is his problem? Anyways he pretty well pissed me off.
I turned the bike around and started riding towards them and I can hear the punk going, "oh sh*t" and hiding between his two tall skinny jock buddies. They both start to look away pretending like they got no clue.
At that point I should just *pppfffffffff* and rode away. But at that point I was curious too, I was wondering who the hell this dusche was. I could tell he wasn't somebody I knew. So I say, "Hey do I know you?" And I hear a timid little "no....". Were you waving at me??? He goes "yea." then hides back between his two dork buddies. "You like me or something?" *no response*. So I start riding away and I hear something like "nice team" or something like that about the time I was back on the bike trail. I was expecting to hear "nice bike", but that's not what it was. Not important...anyways...
Anyways I'm riding down the trail, this is about a half hour later. I'm heading back from where I came from and I see a cop drive by me slowly. Of course I got a .32 on me in a front pocket holster which is not kosher as far as I know because I'm technically in a city park. And I'm thinking to myself, did these punks call the cops on me? That wouldn't have surprised me at all. And I thought oh my God I didn't even take a look at their license plate! OMG what if they said I had a gun! All kinds of fun thoughts racing through my head. But the cop drives right by without even looking at me. I ride back and the punks are long gone. I ride through the park back to my car and get out of their.
I was pretty restrained, but I should have just brushed them off as soon as punk #1 about sh*t his pants when I turned around. Honestly he had already been embarrassed in front of his "friends" and that was enough for me . I gotta learn to be more ninja in my ways or I'm gonna get in trouble with a CCW.
Glad I didn't have a knife clipped in my back pocket, that mighta given them some ideas.
I think I handled it ok, but things could've gone bad and I was pretty stupid. I was riding through the park on the bike trail along the river just minding my own business looking around. It's about 6pm, 76 degrees, ect. I'm not in a particularily good mood for reasons I have forgotten already. I happened to notice on my left three high school punks leaning on a red chevy cavalier about 50-75 yards away. I looked and one of them was waving at me. I kind of looked away then I did a double take and looked back and he's still standing their waving at me smiling acting like a general moron. Is this guy making fun of me? *** is his problem? Anyways he pretty well pissed me off.
I turned the bike around and started riding towards them and I can hear the punk going, "oh sh*t" and hiding between his two tall skinny jock buddies. They both start to look away pretending like they got no clue.
At that point I should just *pppfffffffff* and rode away. But at that point I was curious too, I was wondering who the hell this dusche was. I could tell he wasn't somebody I knew. So I say, "Hey do I know you?" And I hear a timid little "no....". Were you waving at me??? He goes "yea." then hides back between his two dork buddies. "You like me or something?" *no response*. So I start riding away and I hear something like "nice team" or something like that about the time I was back on the bike trail. I was expecting to hear "nice bike", but that's not what it was. Not important...anyways...
Anyways I'm riding down the trail, this is about a half hour later. I'm heading back from where I came from and I see a cop drive by me slowly. Of course I got a .32 on me in a front pocket holster which is not kosher as far as I know because I'm technically in a city park. And I'm thinking to myself, did these punks call the cops on me? That wouldn't have surprised me at all. And I thought oh my God I didn't even take a look at their license plate! OMG what if they said I had a gun! All kinds of fun thoughts racing through my head. But the cop drives right by without even looking at me. I ride back and the punks are long gone. I ride through the park back to my car and get out of their.
I was pretty restrained, but I should have just brushed them off as soon as punk #1 about sh*t his pants when I turned around. Honestly he had already been embarrassed in front of his "friends" and that was enough for me . I gotta learn to be more ninja in my ways or I'm gonna get in trouble with a CCW.
Glad I didn't have a knife clipped in my back pocket, that mighta given them some ideas.