Got in a fight with one of my collegues:
So there's this guy I work with. He's in or around the 40 mark. A black guy (not that I'm in any way racist - it's just, he's black..).
When I met him initially – when I started the job – he seemed okay.
He seemed fairly quiet and timid almost, but harmless enough, so I had no beef with him.
Anyways, as time went on, as I was working there for a couple months, I became comfortable in his presence and we would have a chat every so often; you know the way.
Well anyway, as a little bit of time passed, it became apparent from the variation in his attitude toward me, that he seemed to take my interaction with him as some form of vulnerability or weakness; as he began to take this sort of patronizing attitude with me – like I was a child or something.
Anyway, as soon as I noticed this, obviously, it changed my view of him entirely.
It was clear he was a woefully poor judge of character and failed to see the reality that I was simply being nice and friendly toward him - as I believe it makes life more pleasant when you get on with your co-workers.
He however, turned that around on me and used it as a means to try and undermine me; no doubt due to the fact that he is a bitter, jealous and resentful old man – it was becoming more clear to me why he kept to himself so much – who'd want to make friends with that..?
Of course I wasn't having that attitude one bit.
So I began to take a mildly ridiculing attitude with him – just to let him know I wasn't some na´ve kid to be pushed around for his amusement and he better start showing me a bit more respect.
So when I'd meet him in the morning, I'd be like,
“Heey bro!! What'suuup!? How you doing today!?”
A bit over the top; you know the way.
Well, for the first while he just sort of ignored me; but you could tell it got under his skin in a fairly major way.
After that, he sort of kept his distance a bit more, like it was when I began to work there.
Whenever he'd take that patronizing attitude with me, I'd just laugh and say something like
“Everything cool hommie??”
But you could tell he was getting progressively more annoyed – probably cause of the lack of respect, given he was about 20 years older than me.
Of course he failed to realize that he was actually the instigator of my attitude with him.
But of course he couldn't just be humble and apologize for being a dick – he had to be Birty Big Bollax and continue to try and assert himself over me.
Anyway, one day I was in this narrow corridor and I was pushing my utensils and tools one way while he was coming the other way with a large piece of apparatus.
It was clear one of us was going to have to go backwards to let the other person pass.
He sort of stopped a few feet away and began to look at me thoughtfully.
I thought he was going to try and push past me initially.
Then he goes,
“Hey, you need to get by here, my friend?”
I was like,
And for seem reason, the fact that I said pardon, it seemed to set him off as such, cause it made him real mad.
He said the same thing again, but with real aggression in his voice this time.
“I said, you need to get my here, my friend”, almost snarling it at me.
Then he stopped and looked me dead in the eye.
He emitted this low growling like sound under his breath and curled his upper lip, looking at me with pure hatred in his eyes.
I just held his stare and squinted my eyes at him, to return his aggressive vibe; letting him know there was no way I was backing down for him.
Then, cool and as card shark – I just let my features go completely neutral, looked at him and said,
“Can't hear you mate”
With the slightest smile creeping in around the corners of my mouth, as I knew it was going to make him really angry.
He told me then that he needed to get by and that I should take my equipment and move back.
I just kept on looking at him straight in the eye, and every time he said something, I was just like,
“Can't hear you mate, can't hear you mate”.
Then he suddenly made a grab for me.
Of course he failed to realize that I was very well versed in the arts of Jeet-Kune-do, and so I instantly took the head and arm position and used his forward momentum to spin him onto the ground.
He landed hard, just in between the carpet and the vertical wall.
I knew he would have basically strangled me then if I let him – basically a life or death situation here now – so I extended my left leg to balance myself, while pinning my right knee hard into his chest, thus, pinning him into the wall.
Then I just took a hold of his throat with my right hand and began to pound away on his face using my left.
He offered minimal resistant initially, but after a few solid blows he seemed to just give up entirely and began to make these sickening moans and gasps every time a blow landed.
“Uuuuugh, aaaagh, aoooweeee”.
When I was fairly sure I had knocked any potential for a retaliation out of him, I stood to my feet.
His face was now a bloody and semi-conscious mess and he was sort of cowering and holding his hands close to his face, as if he was expecting me to hit him again, one final blow.
I went to take my things and move on, but then I was like,
“Ah, what the hell”, and I hit him one final blow.
As I was pushing my cart away, I could hear him begin to cry and whimper pathetically, like a little bitch.
I was reminded of that scene from Casino, you know where Joe Pescie stabs that guy multiple times with the pen?
And then starts yelling at him, “Where's the tough guy now, huh? Look at you, crying like a little bitch; where's the tough guy now?”
As it turned out, he took the rest of the day off work and didn't even file a complaint against me.
Too embarrassed or too proud, I would say.
He's been acting pretty sketchy around me since; I can't help but get the feeling he's plotting his revenge or something.
My backs up for the moment anyway.
I'll just have to have my wits about me for the next while – maybe give him another beating, just to make sure he doesn't get carried away with any of his fantasies of revenge.
"Cant hear ya mate"! lol. Glad to hear your JKD skills came in useful and saved the day.
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....................... And my mom got scared and said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.
Cool story bro.
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Originally Posted by Sledge
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