I used to have such fun at the grocery store…At one time I was into demanding that the manager remove offensive “Rosie” magazines from public veiw (he never would) I found that the same store sold SHOTGUN NEWS so I’d always stop by the newstand and arrange the gun magazines in front of fatsos rag. I’m a man of simple needs….

Anyway tonight I stopped by to pick up some sausage, a small roast and a carton of colas. In deferance to recent terrorist alerts I’ve started packing a Glock 9mm that I can shoot better at long distance and that has 17 rounds to miss with. More shots although less authority per shot!

Well while I was debating with myself whether or not to pick up a loaf of wheat bread I noticed a couple arguing. The man (a black guy about my size) was useing a lot of profanity and gesturing wildly. Being me, and with my usual tact and diplomacy, I stared openly at him and watched him make an a$$ out of himself. He noticed me and gave me that “crazy” look that a certain class of idiot tries so hard to develop in order to impress people.

“What are you looking at, mother-f***er!”

“You.”

He didn’t like that. He was used to people showing fear and backing down when he challenged them……and I didn’t show any fear as I kept on staring. He turned and grabbed his wife/girlfriend by the arm and spun her around roughly.You’d be surprised how well your voice carries when your pissed. Everyone in the store heard me!

“That’ll be enough, you sack of sh*t!”

When I started forward he broke into a run and went out the front of the store. A complete lack of testicles! His wife was bawling (thinking about the whipping she was gong to get when they made it home and no one can interfere I imagine) and she ran out after him.

The manager of the store (same guy and he remembers me) wanted to kow why I didn’t call the security guard…I had to be a smart alec and ask “why?” The guard only weighs about 350 lbs!

Well, once a cop…..