Man....its been a while since I had to deal, or not, with knuckleheads. I just came back from lunch. I had gone across town to the bank to deposit a check someone wrote me. I actually did not have to go to that location, but I had an hour to kill for lunch so I drove across town to a bank where I used to live when I first moved to Minneapolis. After I deposited the check, I stopped at McDonalds and went inside to eat. There was a long line and I had been waiting about 5 minutes and I was finally up next. Then in walks this cat that looked like he was auditioning to play the part of a thug on America's most wanted. He proceeded to jump right in front of me and place his order. Now maybe the less confrontational thing for me to do was to just let him order before me, but instinctively I went up to the counter and said "naw Im next". He then turned around and looked at me, probably peeped me out as not in his league (in other words having something to lose), then he went to another line and started calling me all kinds of stupid Mutha F and more choice words. He was with his girl so I know he was really trying to clown and impress. So I just ignored him....ordered my food and sat down to eat it. Once he got his food too, he sat down and got up about 3 times walking back and forth past my table, but never looked at me or said anything. I guess he thought I should be shook or something...but I kept eating my food and watching him from the corner of my eye. So when I finished my food I am thinking that something is about to go down so I prepared myself mentally and concluded that I would not escalate the situation and would walk away unless touched. I do have a lot to loose by playing who's the baddest. He can have that crown because there is no way to defend it and stay alive or out of jail. Who order their burger first is not worth all that. So anyway.....when I got up to walk out he got up and was heading strait toward me. I did not move and just kept my direction. I don't know what came over him....but before we reached each other he got the hell out of my way.
We brothers got to stop with all the okey doke. When I was back in Michigan slit like this was all too often and I swear if I had not left when I did I would be dead or in jail because of it. You can only walk away from so much slit before one day some cat catches all a persons pent up aggression. In retrospect, what I should have done was just let the brother order first. I think I would have normally done that but I guess it's a high testosterone day for me.