posted on Nov, 3 2012 @ 11:02 PM
It is a true shame that such small events can sometimes ruin a whole evening isn't it?
I had a truly fantastic night tonight. Surrounded by dear friends and dear beers
I get on the bus with my friends and upon leaving the bus we part ways. My place is literally 5 minutes away from the bus stop and within those 5
minutes some guy just completely ruined my good mood.
I see a guy walking towards me with 2 girls and unfortunately I was smoking, which apparently means FREE TOBACCO FOR EVERYONE. I hear him shouting
down the road towards me and this is how it went:
Guy: OI OI BRUV (running towards me)
Me: I am not your brother.
Guy: Alright alright I just asked you a question (still being aggressive)
Me: You didn't ask me a question. You called me bruv and you supposedly asked me a question, which you didn't. (and I walked right past him. Trying
to convey to him how I felt by being addressed as a BRUV.)
Guy: **** Calm down I just wanted a fag (cigarette) off ya mate.
Me: Sorry but if you want to smoke then go buy some cigarettes.
Guy: *********** (all profanity surprise surprise)
He followed me for a bit trying to be a smartass, insulting my mother (Come on... I thought we left that one behind when we all turned 7) and ended up
giving me a pathetic attempt of a push.
I'm not sure whether this 'phenomenon' pertains solely to Britain or whether this is the case in other countries too but so many people feel
ENTITLED to tobacco/cigarettes. No one has ever come up to me and said 'Ohh could I have one of those loafs in your shopping bag??'. I get asked for
a cigarette several times a day, if you can't afford it THEN DON'T SMOKE. There are some exception but you can just tell when someone ALWAYS gets
cigarettes off someone else or whether they buy their own and it just happens they actually ran out. Politeness goes a long way though, especially
with the prices for cigarettes here (UK).
I laughed at him, told him to grow up and walked home. Making sure he wasn't following me to try and find out where I live or something, you never
The last physical confrontation I had was when I was 8 or 9, a good 16 years ago. I despise fighting, especially physical fighting and have always
managed to diffuse a situation before it escalated (not that that happens often with me anyways...) But this guy was pushing just the right
My blood was way past boiling point. All I could think of was turning around and teaching that guy a lesson. With my fist. Something told me not to,
and that something was pity. What a complete arse-hat.
I don't know whether I was being over sensitive, I've had a few beers after all, or whether this guys was just scum.
In hindsight I'm glad that I managed to keep my fists to myself and the guy hopefully feels superior enough to be that rude again to someone who WILL
turn around and teach him a lesson. That's where I hope Karma kicks in!
Anyways enough drunken ramblings. He ruffled my feathers and I came here to moan about.
If some parts don't make sense my excuse is: 4 AM, English isn't my first language and the beers did their job!
Peace (For now!)