A Dude in Wal-Mart Tops My Idiocy Radar
The stupidity of Father Charles T. Doebler, Jeff Browning, Christine Fisher, and Maddy Shenk has been, despite my belief that it could not be topped, officially topped this afternoon in the Morrisville Wal-Mart on Highway 54.
We had just gathered all of our groceries and supplies we needed for the week and were coming across the store in search of a check-out lane. I was busy keeping boys in line, so I did not witness it, but some guy apparently bumped into Jenna without looking where he was going. Jenna advised him to look where he was going, and she overheard him complain that she was rude. Jenna told me about it when she joined me in the check-out lane, and I looked up to see him pointing at Jenna. I asked him if he had something to say, and he charged over two lanes to tell me that Jenna was a smart-ass. He looked like he wanted to throw a punch at me.
I cannot state with enough emphasis how ill-advised this would have been, I don't care how much physically larger than I am he is. Not only would assault charges result, he would have been carted out of the store with a broken leg and a broken jaw, I very much guarantee it. Jenna interposed herself between us, vigorously pushing to keep us from getting within arms length of each other. Meanwhile, his wife was two check-out lanes away, quietly staying out of the incident.
Apparently, she was too stupid to realize how close her husband was to being charged with assault and having at least two bones in his body broken in about six seconds in my defense and counter.
This is the thing. Before you fly off the handle and come charging across the store to call a guy's wife a "smart-ass," you might want to consider the possibility that he might have been trained to hand your ass to you on a platter on a moment's notice and whether you want to spend the rest of your day in the hospital or in police custody. You might be looking at me and thinking, "I can take him." But, you don't know. You don't know what I was trained to do for a dozen years under the financing of your tax dollars. You don't know what I continue to train to do even though your tax dollars no longer finance me "being all I can be."
Like the stupidity of the Durham and Hearthfire Circles, this guy could easily have resolved the situation with a more even-keeled approach rather than charging across the Wal-Mart with finger pointing and calling my wife a name I wouldn't appreciate. As it is, he is probably still complaining about the incident to his wife, subjecting her to hours of his bullshit because he can't control his own temper.
We had just gathered all of our groceries and supplies we needed for the week and were coming across the store in search of a check-out lane. I was busy keeping boys in line, so I did not witness it, but some guy apparently bumped into Jenna without looking where he was going. Jenna advised him to look where he was going, and she overheard him complain that she was rude. Jenna told me about it when she joined me in the check-out lane, and I looked up to see him pointing at Jenna. I asked him if he had something to say, and he charged over two lanes to tell me that Jenna was a smart-ass. He looked like he wanted to throw a punch at me.
I cannot state with enough emphasis how ill-advised this would have been, I don't care how much physically larger than I am he is. Not only would assault charges result, he would have been carted out of the store with a broken leg and a broken jaw, I very much guarantee it. Jenna interposed herself between us, vigorously pushing to keep us from getting within arms length of each other. Meanwhile, his wife was two check-out lanes away, quietly staying out of the incident.
Apparently, she was too stupid to realize how close her husband was to being charged with assault and having at least two bones in his body broken in about six seconds in my defense and counter.
This is the thing. Before you fly off the handle and come charging across the store to call a guy's wife a "smart-ass," you might want to consider the possibility that he might have been trained to hand your ass to you on a platter on a moment's notice and whether you want to spend the rest of your day in the hospital or in police custody. You might be looking at me and thinking, "I can take him." But, you don't know. You don't know what I was trained to do for a dozen years under the financing of your tax dollars. You don't know what I continue to train to do even though your tax dollars no longer finance me "being all I can be."
Like the stupidity of the Durham and Hearthfire Circles, this guy could easily have resolved the situation with a more even-keeled approach rather than charging across the Wal-Mart with finger pointing and calling my wife a name I wouldn't appreciate. As it is, he is probably still complaining about the incident to his wife, subjecting her to hours of his bullshit because he can't control his own temper.