Last night I came the closer to picking a fight with some one than I have in years (or maybe ever). I never said a word to the guy which shows how close I ever come to fighting.
Liz and I were at the Green Lantern having a beer and some mozzarella sticks (crazy delicious). Across the way at the bar, some drunk, red faced middle aged bastard was talking politics far too loudly.
"You know what Obama wants don't you? Socialism! He wants us to drive the same car. He wants us to make the same wage".
The other two happy hour philosophers nodded their heads sagely.
This was amusing. Liz was trying to have a conversation but I was too interested in Red Face.
"You know, people haven't said it in twenty years, and I hate to bring it back up, but you know their kind takes care of their own folk first".
Seriously? I know this is a Walla Walla bar, but I was surprised (maybe naively) to hear it openly. The amusement drained and was replaced with anger. I had to do something.
"I'm gonna shout that guy down" I told Liz and explained what I just heard. She was bothered by the statement too but pleaded with me not to start something, ending with the old standard "He's not worth it".
Hell yeah he is. I should drop kick to scissor hold him till his beer soaked heart goes into arrest. I at least need to say something. But what to do with Liz.
"Okay, here's the plan. When we leave, you go out the door and I'll go tell that fucker what's up. You wait outside and we'll meet at the car".
I usually don't get this far. Mostly I fantasize about what I would do or say to people. But now, fueled with confidence from 3 beers, I had a plan. It probably helped I was feeling tough in working man image with fat sideburns, new hair cut, and trucker hat. I hoped no one there could tell I work at a desk.
Liz was okay with the plan. Red Face wandered in and out the bar for the next 20 minutes, talking on his cell phone. I lost track of him for a while as I tried to enjoy the rest of my cheese sticks and beer. When it came to execute my plan, he had slipped out without being seen. Damn it. Yet another missed chance to stand up to assholes for the stupid shit they say and do in public. I like to think he slinked away in fear after catching one of my "mad dog" looks, knowing he was in for a ass beating.
Probably not.
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