Having Watched You Fall Over, I am Now Titillated

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I was out and about on the weekend. I’ve been doing more of that lately, now that my face has mostly healed up. It’s never going to entirely, which is probably just as well; I can make amazing pissy faces now that my left eyebrow doesn’t have quite the range that the right does.

I was out and about on the weekend. I’ve been doing more of that lately, now that my face has mostly healed up. It’s never going to entirely, which is probably just as well; I can make amazing pissy faces now that my left eyebrow doesn’t have quite the range that the right does.

 
Late Saturday, the group I was with insisted on going to a bar which I have declared too gross to enter. It’s not, really. I’m being completely irrational. It’s like my fear of gigantic stuffed animals (they’re creepy), except that I actually used to go to the bar in question, and even had a good time there once;I have absolutely not ever spent time with gigantic stuffed animals.
 
Not wanting to make a fuss, I said something to the friends about being tired anyways, and they set off on their way. A good time had already been had, and I was not itching to stay out all night. I was content to have an out.
 
Going home without two wraps from the kebab guy seemed like a bad idea. As I was deciding which kebab guy to go to, a very one-sided fight stumbled into one of the stands. So far as I could tell, words were quickly exchanged, then one guy hit the other, who bounced off the stand before falling into a car. The victor walked off, presumably because his statement had been made and he was now bored. Understandable.
 
As I waited for my wonderfully delicious food, the guy who had just bounced off the car approached me at the stand. He wanted advice on whether or not to pursue the guy who had hit him. By virtue of being in a fantastic place at the wrong time, I was the go-to person for these things.
 
Me: Did he have a reason to hit you?
Car Bouncer: Uh.. yeah. But..
Me: Can you take him down, or are you just looking to get your ass kicked?
CB: I probably can’t…
Me: Then why would you?
CB: That’s a good point.
Me: Isn’t it? Running after guys that can and will crush you like a bug is never a good plan.
 
CB then introduced himself to me all proper-like, told me that I was very wise (true) and asked me to join him for a drink. I politely declined, and wished him luck with the whole not-getting-his-ass-kicked thing. As I walked off, he took his cause to the kebab guy, in search of a second opinion as to whether or not he should be a completely self destructive disaster.
 
I did not stay to see the result.
 
 
 
 


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