Sunday, July 19, 2009

The easy way to deal with cowards: call them out

As my father used to say, "It takes all kinds." He also taught me that there are a lot of bad people in the world, and you absolutely cannot let them walk over you.

On weekends and late evenings, it's a given that Metro-North trains are filled with obnoxious children or rowdy teenagers. My commute to work isn't too noisy half the time, but the other half is a cross between "Attack of the Crones" or "Poseurs on a Train." It's hard to decide which type is more annoying, the twats who yak incessantly, or the wannabes to try to act like bigshots. The former make you feel like your IQ is continually dropping from hearing their inane conversations, often involving two of three women babbling on simultaneously, often at each other (and how the hell can two people keep talking meaningfully at the same time for minutes at a time?), or otherwise to the quiet third (who is silent only because she's waiting for her turn to jump in). The latter are just insulting, particularly the idiots who think they're impressing everyone around by acting like big deal-makers or insiders.

The best description I've ever heard of the wannabe businessmen is "the Willy Loman type." (Check out that blog, a great compendium of stories to give you a further idea of what Metro-North is like.) Willy Loman was the "Death of a Salesman" protagonist who thought of himself as greater than the loser he was. The Willy Lomans talk nonsense about, for example, how they heard Hank Greenberg is trying to take back AIG -- the day before the feds announced their takeover. Other claptrap like, "I'm going to write a letter to the board of directors." Then the other night, two wannabe stockbrokers said at different points in their conversation, "The market's dropping on this," and "I got him [a client?] in for 200K."

Most of the time, these schmucks are talking about non-existent things, that is to say, they're lying in an effort to puff themselves up. If they were talking about true things, then this recent conversation is inappropriate and unethical: they're revealing information that should be strictly reserved for clients, and revealing confidential information about clients. Most of the time, I don't believe these "clients" exist at all, that the Willy Loman in question is only pretending to talk to someone -- a real-life version of the urban legend of the "businessman" trying to impress others with toy cell phones.

Above all, I am a gentleman, perhaps not as fast to help others as I should, but I do have my moments that I hope encourage others to do the same. This does not mean I tolerate disrespectful, discourteous behavior, however. Friday evening, a certain putz sat kitty-corner from me, some endomorph dago around 40, I'd say. The only other time I recall seeing him was two weeks before: I had the day off and was returning on an earlier train from the city, after lunch with a friend, and Signore Greaseball had also sat across from me, yakking for most of the ride. That day, I was engrossed enough in Chaucer to ignore him. This time, as soon as we pulled out of Grand Central, he again started making calls. At the end of the week, I was tired and just wanted my customary nap, and I was glad he stopped quickly. However, after we passed White Plains, he evidently got bored again and called his friends.

I finally pulled out my earbuds and said politely, "Would you mind keeping it down a little? You're a little loud." He ignored me and went on for a more few minutes, then hung up and said to me, "Whaddyasay?" His accent and lack of diction said blue-collar all the way, not to mention his use of idiotic cliches like "It is what it is."

Again, I very politely said, "Well, you're a little loud, you know, so if you could kindly keep it down. There are others around." Most people are or at least can be ultimately courteous, I think, and if they don't realize they're disturbing others, they're later horrified and grateful when you point it out. Not this guy, who quickly revealed himself as the asswipe he's likely always been: "I'm trying to talk some business here."

Business? My shirt alone was worth more than his entire K-Mart wardrobe of a faded T-shirt, grubby jeans, a dilapidated sports backpack suitable for a child, and heavy callouses on his elbow that indicate many hours spent on them. What kind of "business" could such a self-important slob possibly be discussing in front of everyone? I'm not talking about someone who should be proud to do good work with his hands. I'm talking about poseurs like this who imply fortunes on the line, and look more like they should be asking if they're needed on the construction site tomorrow. Like the others I've encountered, his pretentious conversation reeked of utter bullshit.

I calmly said, mostly reiterating myself, "Look, you don't have to be so loud. You're not impressing anyone."

He had the stupidity to say, "I'm not impressing anybody!" I love verbal sparring matches with my intellectual inferiors, and it's just too easy when they set themselves up like that. "Yeah," I replied with the same cool, "you got that right."

No doubt realizing he'd just been served, he tried to muster all his indignation and said, "Do I look like I give a shit?"

I'm been known to use vulgarities when called for, but this situation was not, and it was also an opportunity for me to take him down a peg. "That language is uncalled-for. There are women present."

The jerk said, "I'm addressing you."

"Nonetheless," I said, keeping my same demeanor, "the women present can all hear you."

He repeated, "I'm addressing you." Having established he has no civility or even a desire for it, I made a perfectly valid observation of the boorish Neanderthal: "You make your mother cry, don't you." He got very defensive and said, "Don't bring my mother into this!" That particular phrasing shows that I hit the mark.

As he clearly had no intention of shutting up, I put my earbuds back in and switched to harder rock. He said something, so I pulled the earbuds back out. Whatever he said, I didn't notice -- I was noticing his thumb and index fingers, which were suddenly and lightly encircling my wrist. Lightly, mind you, because if he had exerted any pressure, he'd be spitting out teeth after two seconds.

I flicked my wrist to get his hand off, and said with a steely glare, "That's assault."

"What, you're a lawyer?"

"No, but that's still assault. We can have the police meet us at the next station, if you want."

I don't know if he realized the severity, or my seriousness. That "simple assault" was merely a misdemeanor, but I have plenty of vacation days left. For his kind, one would be well worth using to see him lose a day of work and cough up a couple hundred dollars for a fine. It would be even more severe if this alpha male-wannabe was on parole for anything.

Realizing he was being completely owned, he said something about "showing me" or whatever. I smirked: "You would need a small army." I'm not going to worry about some middle-aged guinea, especially one only two inches taller (I laughed when he got up to disembark), and who I sized up as 30 pounds lighter, and that's 30 pounds less with a great deal of pudge. And I'm certainly not going to worry about this Guido, who from his pseudo-bravado showed a 100% chance that he's just another tough-talking coward.

So he asked me where I was getting off. I told him, then asked him back. He said my stop, so I rephrased: "At which stop would you otherwise be getting off?" I didn't remember his stop from before, but I knew it was before mine.

His stop is the one just before mine. He said, "I can afford to live there." And what does that prove? I could "afford" to live in his town, but choose not to. Actually, even wetbacks can "afford" to live in his town, if he'd bother to notice the changing demographics. Second, I live close to my train stop (negating the need to drive and park) and on a peaceful private cul-de-sac. Third, the median value of my particular neighborhood, comparing houses of comparable size and extensions, is far more than the median value of any neighborhood in his town. Again, what does his idiotic braggadocio prove, besides that he can only spew idiotic braggadocio?

He said something again to imply he'll beat me up, blah blah. I told him that I'd be delighted for him to try, putting my earbuds back and smirking at him. He said something about he'll get me when I least expect it. I've heard that threat before, and let me put it this way. If he wants to try anything serious, I'll have him hanging upside down and drained like halal meat for the next train's passengers to discover.

Now, who's surprised at this: he got off at his stop after all! I called his bluff. The most the coward could do was to try to turn things into a staring contest, and even so he could still only tuck tail and run in the end.

Then of all the things, because I wasn't psychic enough to get off with him, he snarled at me, "You're a sellout. You're a sellout." Where did I betray him, myself or anyone else? Well, as the movie line goes, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

We know what he was incapable of articulating properly, but he nevertheless never implied any such invitation. All he ever said or implied was the direct statement that he was going to follow me. Now, his manner of departure is quite telling in itself. He had hurriedly grabbed his things and headed for the door only once the train came to a dead stop. Regular passengers go to the door as the train approaches their stop, because the doors at rush hour don't stay open for very long. Thus his was a blatant attempt to hide that he was nothing more than talk, so that he could escape quickly without having to stand at the door, having to endure the rest of us at that end of car silently laughing at his yellow streak.

I wouldn't have bothered disembarking at his stop, anyway. As I said, I had sized him up already as a coward. Why bother standing in the parking lot for 10 minutes listening to him bluster and do nothing to back up his words?

My penultimate act was specifically to dispose of any bystanders' doubt that I was the gentleman, and that he was the outclassed greaseball. I extended my hand for him to shake, saying, "Take care, and have a good weekend." He said not a word and didn't accept my hand, only turning his back to me too quickly to see my broad smile. Like the scripture says: resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

Or did I say "See you later"? After this altercation, I doubt I will. Poseurs tend to rotate train cars, looking for new strangers to impress with their nonsense, because they're afraid of being remembered by regular commuters. It will be a long time before this one shows his face. We can just imagine what he complained about when he went home to mama that night: "Some kid on the train didn't like me talking to my imaginary friend!"

Oh, and look at what the boor left behind. Those aren't just 12-ounce cans.



Again, I doubt that there was even anyone on the other end, or at least anyone who'd want to "talk business" with a buzzed-up wannabe.

My final, parting shot: "Go have a few more of those."

This all goes to show what gun control has done to us. An armed society does indeed create a polite society. There's no way this jackass would have bothered anyone with his cell phone, let alone reacted the way he did, let alone put his hand on my wrist, if he had known someone could blow a hole in him. Or that if he did try to start a fistfight on a train platform or in a parking lot, any little old lady passing by could send him to the undertaker.

23 Comments:

OpenID DocWashboard said...

This is the biggest load of cow flop I've read in a long time. Talk about people trying to "puff themselves up!"

Mr. Pot, it's Mr. Kettle calling on the white courtesy telephone.

Yeah, you're a real tough guy, Perry. "I'll have him hanging upside down and drained like halal meat for the next train's passengers to discover?" Seriously? Did you really, honestly type that? What an embarrassment! It's truly cringe-worthy. And don't even get me started on, "Lightly, mind you, because if he had exerted any pressure, he'd be spitting out teeth after two seconds."

This whole thing reeks of overcompensation on so many levels that it defies description.

To borrow your own turn of phrase, "What does his idiotic braggadocio prove, besides that he can only spew idiotic braggadocio?"

Amen, buddy.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009 1:03:00 AM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

Oh look, it's the anonymous Canuck coward from Karol's blog, now trolling on my own. I'm honored! So after I spanked your silly intellectual midget self around, you rear your head here. That's too bad -- you'll only get worse treatment on my own turf, you miserable little troll.

The difference between Guido and me: Guido (and you) like to talk tough, but I walk the walk. You want to take a swing at me, you just try.

You go right ahead, bubba. You've never even had the balls to post your own name, for crying out loud. You're so laughable that you'd better not. Your family would be even more ashamed of your pusillanimous cock-slurping self than they already are.

You're not a "doc," and don't insult our intelligence by implying "washboard" abs. The only thing "washboard" about you is that your brain has that level of intelligence.

Do the planet a favor and go get euthanized or something.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009 7:45:00 PM  
OpenID DocWashboard said...

1. I still don't know where the "Canuck" thing comes in. Is Canuck a new code word for "Californian?"

2. I'm not talking tough, lardass; I'm simply laughing at you when you do it.

3. The "washboard" has nothing to do with abs.

Strike three, Perry. You're out.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009 9:11:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

1. I still don't know where the "Canuck" thing comes in. Is Canuck a new code word for "Californian?"

Keep lying, you cowardly little fuckwit. Walrus and I know who you are.

Like I said, you don't even have the guts to sign your name. Why is it that socialist idiots like you have to resort to so many LIES and pseudonyms?

2. I'm not talking tough, lardass; I'm simply laughing at you when you do it.

Good lord, you are so utterly blind to what you're doing. But it's good you wouldn't dare talk tough. God knows you couldn't stand up for yourself.

Well, keep going. Talk tough while real men like me actually can and do stand up to wannabe aggressors like you.

I'd tell you to go back to underneath your mother's skirt, little child, but she must be tired of it by now.

3. The "washboard" has nothing to do with abs.

So it means that you have the intelligence of a washboard. Gotcha! But we already knew you don't have any ab definition to speak of. Throwing out "lardass" is symptomatic of your recognizing your own physical inadequacies.

Do the little children still kick sand on you at the beach?

Strike three, Perry. You're out.

Actually, troll, you are. But you're still standing at bat like the dumbass we take you for, expecting another pitch.

You are the weakest link ever in humanity (and that's saying a lot). Goodbye!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009 9:23:00 PM  
OpenID DocWashboard said...

"Throwing out 'lardass' is symptomatic of your recognizing your own physical inadequacies."

If the insults one chooses are indicative of one's true inner self, then it necessarily follows that are a cowardly little fuckwit, a socialist idiot and a slurper of cocks.

Actually, I chose "lardass" because I've seen the pic at the top of your page--even your new-and-improved pic on Facebook where you pose with your mail-order bride is slimmed down some, but still a lardass.

"Walrus and I know who you are.

Like I said, you don't even have the guts to sign your name. Why is it that socialist idiots like you have to resort to so many LIES and pseudonyms?"

So are you trying to tell me that "Walrus" is actually the guy's name? Or is he a socialist idiot, as well?

Thursday, July 23, 2009 1:44:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

Actually, I chose "lardass" because I've seen the pic at the top of your page--

Actually, and I repeat myself, you chose lardass because that's who YOU are. Don't deny it.

even your new-and-improved pic on Facebook where you pose with your mail-order bride is slimmed down some, but still a lardass.

OK, so you reveal here that you're a racist. Gee, someone doesn't share your Western European genes, and you resort to racist lies. That's one of the great ironies about pussies like you: your statism requires the support of "ethnic minorities," but you're the first to make Robert KKK Byrd look like Mahatma Gandhi.

I'd tell you to say that to my face, bub, but we all know you wouldn't have the guts even with an army behind you.

So are you trying to tell me that "Walrus" is actually the guy's name? Or is he a socialist idiot, as well?

I'm not talking to Walrus. I'm talking to YOU. Walrus isn't talking tough behind a fake name. YOU are.

Stop wasting the time of intelligent adults, asswipe. You're banned until you grow a pair.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 7:42:00 PM  
OpenID DocWashboard said...

Actually, and I repeat myself, you chose lardass because that's who YOU are. Don't deny it.

In other words, you're saying, "I know you are, but what am I?"

OK, so you reveal here that you're a racist. Gee, someone doesn't share your Western European genes, and you resort to racist lies.

I actually have nothing against your wife. I don't know anything about her beyond the fact that she's pretty and has a nice smile. Oh: and that she married you. Listen, I'm just going with the information I found here: http://marginalizingmorons.blogspot.com/2008/01/mail-order-bride-end-around.html. Is it incorrect?



I'm not talking to Walrus. I'm talking to YOU. Walrus isn't talking tough behind a fake name. YOU are.


I'd be ever so grateful if you could share with me one single instance of my "talking tough."

I'm aware that you live in Oppositeland. Remember when I mentioned a famous quote about patriotism over on Karol's blog? You didn't know the quote, you didn't know the speaker, and you wound the whole affair up by saying that you weren't "going to do my homework for me." That, my friend, was simply classic. You're the one who doesn't know something, yet you somehow turn that into "doing my homework for me." Following on the the best Oppositeland tradition, I've no doubt that you imagine that all the tough-guy stuff you've been spewing for the past couple of threads has, in some way that only you understand (but that includes rainbows and black holes), actually been spewed by me.

Finally: in re Walrus. Either it's the hallmark of a cowardly socialist idiot to hide behind pseudonym, or it's not. You can't have it both ways.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 8:51:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

OK, I lied. I haven't banned you yet, because I wanted to see what continued idiocy you'll post.

In other words, you're saying, "I know you are, but what am I?"

Not in the least, bubba. You brought it up first -- classic transference.

I actually have nothing against your wife. I don't know anything about her beyond the fact that she's pretty and has a nice smile.

In other words, you're such a prick that you'll insult someone who you've never met, just to slime someone else.

And you'd never, EVER have the balls to say such a thing to my face. I sometimes go to California, by the way. If you indeed live there, whereabouts?

Oh: and that she married you. Listen, I'm just going with the information I found here: http://marginalizingmorons.blogspot.com/2008/01/mail-order-bride-end-around.html. Is it incorrect?

If you bothered to check my blog, you'll see that I debunked that liar's lies. Do you know why he started the lies? Because I dared to disagree with him about American Idol, of all the things, and I locked the thread so I wouldn't have to keep arguing with someone I considered a blog friend.

He's petty enough and always has to get his own way, and since he couldn't argue with me otherwise, he had to make up lies about me and my family. Understand now?

I'd be ever so grateful if you could share with me one single instance of my "talking tough."

Right at the top, my dear little troll, in black and white. Can't you read your own words?

Bring it.

I'm aware that you live in Oppositeland.

You mean in a land where life, liberty and property are unalienable rights, and socialist asswipes like you have no right to take my property to give to others?

Remember when I mentioned a famous quote about patriotism over on Karol's blog? You didn't know the quote, you didn't know the speaker, and you wound the whole affair up by saying that you weren't "going to do my homework for me." That, my friend, was simply classic.

Of course I remember. That was classic idiocy on YOUR part. For the record, you didn't mention the name AT ALL, and yet you expected me to look everything up for you AND assume that such-and-such a quote was what you were referring to?

Duh, you imbecilic twit. Double fucking duh.

I could mention obscure quotes by Filipino politicians from decades ago, but does that make you any more stupid than you actually are? (Actually, it's impossible for you to be any more stupid than you actually are.)

You're the one who doesn't know something, yet you somehow turn that into "doing my homework for me."

Your exact quote: "Read the second half of the Carl Schurz quote a few times, and then go change your oil. Now what is a reasonable person going to make of that?

YOU mentioned the name, and yet you expect us to instantly know what you're talking about?

Following on the the best Oppositeland tradition, I've no doubt that you imagine that all the tough-guy stuff you've been spewing for the past couple of threads has, in some way that only you understand (but that includes rainbows and black holes), actually been spewed by me.

Your typical delusion at its finest.

Finally: in re Walrus. Either it's the hallmark of a cowardly socialist idiot to hide behind pseudonym, or it's not. You can't have it both ways.

Actually, I never said that the mere use of a pseudonym is cowardly. But your trash-talk, here and on Karol's blog, while hiding behind an inane monikier IS cowardly.

You're challenging me. So post your name, you sniveling little coward.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 9:06:00 PM  
OpenID DocWashboard said...


Of course I remember. That was classic idiocy on YOUR part. For the record, you didn't mention the name AT ALL, and yet you expected me to look everything up for you AND assume that such-and-such a quote was what you were referring to?

[snip]

Your exact quote: "Read the second half of the Carl Schurz quote a few times, and then go change your oil. Now what is a reasonable person going to make of that?

YOU mentioned the name, and yet you expect us to instantly know what you're talking about?


Emphasis mine.

What else have you lied about, I wonder?

Thursday, July 23, 2009 9:30:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

Lied nothing, fuckwit. The thread is here:

http://www.alarmingnews.com/archives/008277.html

Here's the relevant part:

Read the second half of the Carl Schurz quote a few times, and then go change your oil.

Posted by: Doc Washboard at July 5, 2009 10:16 AM


So there we have it. Where do you get off referencing an obscure name, and what the hell WERE you talking about?

I guess when making any replies to you from now on, I'll just throw out random quotes from obscure figures in the annals of history. At least that would be better than the tripe you're pulling from anal sources, huh?

"You are repetitious and dumb." Ferdinand Marcos in 1987? Or Perry Eidelbus to you on 7/23/2009?

No rebuttal to my debunking your other lies, I see.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 9:39:00 PM  
OpenID DocWashboard said...


Here's the relevant part:

Read the second half of the Carl Schurz quote a few times, and then go change your oil.


I guess that would be the relevant part, at least in relation to your comment above, where you wrote this:


For the record, you didn't mention the name AT ALL


So did I mention the name Carl Schurz, or did I not mention the name AT ALL? One of your quotes is a lie; which is it?

Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:09:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

So did I mention the name Carl Schurz, or did I not mention the name AT ALL? One of your quotes is a lie; which is it?

What I actually meant was that you hadn't mentioned him previously, hence my calling you on the carpet for suddenly bringing his name out of the blue. There, all better now?

You're a hypocrite, plain and simple. You criticize me for an inadvertent oversight when you created a similar confusion deliberately.

Still no rebuttal on the other stuff; I won't hold my breath.

Go ponder the second half of that Emilio Aguinaldo quote, and go grow a pair.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:28:00 PM  
OpenID DocWashboard said...

Now this is priceless:

Mike, you can shut the fuck up and go back to your Legos.

Well, Perry, would that be the Lego Batman or the Lego Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures?

(By the by, that is why I don't parade my identity around the Net the way you do: I don't want everyone to be aware of all my idiosyncracies. You, apparently, don't mind, and that's certainly your call.)

Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:35:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

Well, Perry, would that be the Lego Batman or the Lego Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures?

Surprise me.

(By the by, that is why I don't parade my identity around the Net the way you do: I don't want everyone to be aware of all my idiosyncracies. You, apparently, don't mind, and that's certainly your call.)

No, the truth is that you don't reveal yourself because you're a coward. I have the balls to talk tough and stand by my words. You don't.

We don't need to know your idiosyncrasies. Your stupidity and cowardice are sufficient.

Still waiting for the rest...

Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:38:00 PM  
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Monday, August 03, 2009 2:27:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

My initial statement is true. I've proved it, perhaps not to you, but at least to myself via empirical methods -- namely standing up to Guido and other wannabes who then back down. I'm afraid you missed my single point: you don't need to be an Anderson Silva type to stand up to these wannabes. You just need enough physical ability, because they have neither the body nor the guts.

You see, if anyone was "overcompensating," Guido was. You'll notice from my entry that he was the loud-mouthed idiot bothering everyone; he was the one who laid a hand on me, not the other way around; he was the one who made threats; he was the one so cowardly that he said "I'll get you when you least expect it." It's been two weeks with no sight of the putz. And this is on a more "civilized" type of train, mind you, so cretins displaying his behavior really stand out.

The main picture on my blog is several years old. People have actually lied about my more recent engagement photo, ignoring the fact that I had dropped 40 pounds (including gaining about 15-20 pounds of muscle via weight training). Now, I won't reveal any particulars, but remember that I did size him up: he's only a couple of inches taller, and about 30 pounds lighter with a hell of a lot of pudge. I have no fear of punks whose necks are smaller than the circumference of my upper arm.

I don't know his body fat percentage, but it's higher than mine. I pack about 30 pounds of muscle than I look, and Guido's shape indicates he wouldn't have the muscle. Now, not being a trained MMA fighter as you are, let me just say I still know how to throw a punch and block, and a few more moves to take non-fighters like Guido. In an octagon, very well, a trained fighter could probably outlast me. But especially in close quarters on a train, and not too far behind in a parking lot had he chosen to stalk me, Guido would find himself in need of dental work.

Again, that isn't "overcompensating." That's a matter of having no fear of these twits who are cowards to the core. Oh, and the fake "Doc" is just sore because I verbally outclassed him on a friend's blog.

Monday, August 03, 2009 4:30:00 PM  
Blogger J-Luck said...

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Monday, August 03, 2009 8:54:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

I'm still not sure you understand my point. He was physically incapable of carrying out his threat, and I am more than capable of knocking out a couple of teeth. Crushing a skull, well, I'd never claim that, but a maxillary central incisor is a more delicate thing. As you know, there's a reason fighters wear the protection: once in a while, the news reports of some streetfight where a guy loses a tooth or two.

Now, I'm still not debating that a trained MMA fighter would beat me. However, knowing my physical capabilities and knowing his face was right there (as opposed to a ring where he'd be running around), I don't at all consider it an arrogant thing to say. It's not arrogant for me to say that I know how to defend against the common form of knife attacks, or to say otherwise that I'm capable of defending myself. I'm never the aggressor. Guido, though, is the type who's probably instigated the wrong fight a time or two, and got his butt handed to him.

Drug addicts are one thing, and you probably know that PCP junkies can be dangerous if they're numbed to pain. What you did was a very good thing. My experiences are merely standing up to Guido types, making them back down from the confrontation they started, and if possible, showing any bystanders how I have class while the other guy is a blustering coward. Guido is clearly 100% talk, and I don't expect to see him again, ever. Remember the part about him quickly getting off at his proper stop, and getting his things together only once the train had stopped completely. He was called out, as I said, and he didn't want to stand at the door, knowing I'd be looking at him and snickering.

Being able to size people up physically and psychologically, I knew he was no threat: the only way he could do anything to me was if he had fellow guineas with him. His inadequacies are why he feels the need to try to impress everyone around him, instead of just being a normal, respectable guy.

And again, forget the claptrap that the wannabe "Doc" spews. I'll have to dig up the posts on my friend's blog; they might amuse you.

Monday, August 03, 2009 9:29:00 PM  
Blogger J-Luck said...

Aw, you didn't let my comment post. I guess I wrote that for nothing... lol.

Sunday, August 09, 2009 10:44:00 PM  
Blogger J-Luck said...

Can't have an incomplete dialogue here, so I'm going to delete everything I wrote. Only makes sense.

Sunday, August 09, 2009 10:46:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

I don't understand why?

Sunday, August 09, 2009 10:47:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

I had missed your "Aw" message. Just because I do not (and cannot) moderate 24/7 does not mean I won't let your comment post.

Sunday, August 16, 2009 1:54:00 PM  
Blogger Perry Eidelbus said...

It's been six weeks, and Guido has yet to show his face. So much for his "going to get me" threat.

As I said from the start, J, I sized him up right away as the coward he's since proven himself to be.

Saturday, August 29, 2009 3:48:00 PM  

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