Snooze Button Dreams
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Snooze Button Dreams
December 30, 2006
The Altercation
(Category: Cheeses of Nazareth )

I had to go to the mall today to get my kid some new sneakers. So I’m standing there in the sneaker store waiting to be helped when the screaming started.

I looked over and saw a guy, looked to be about forty years old, raising his voice to a young woman who worked there. I didn’t think much of it at first, but got louder and louder and I walked over to see exactly what was going on. I have a nose for this kind of thing…I generally know when violence is about to occur. And I could tell by the sound of this guy’s voice that he was pretty close.

I walked up and saw that the guy was pointing his finger in the woman’s face and screaming, in an absolute rage, about the return policy. I looked around and saw two other employees, both high school age, and both looked terrified. I looked back to the guy, who was screaming even louder at this point, and I didn’t see any bulges, but he still could have had a gun. By now the woman was really scared. I have some experience in these things and I knew this guy was not in control of himself. It was a blind rage.

I have rules about getting involved in other people’s business. I generally don’t. This had nothing to do with me. If I got involved and things got physical there could be problems—like a lawsuit. But the overriding factor for me was the fact that this asshole was threatening a woman and she was scared shitless. I simply can’t tolerate that.

The woman walked behind the sales counter to put some distance between her and the nutcase and when the guy started following her around the counter and I knew what was coming next. I closed the gap instantly so I was right behind him. The woman looked at me pleadingly and I mimicked holding a telephone and mouthed, “Security.”

She went for the phone and the guy went for her. I was literally twelve inched behind him and he had no idea.

“That’s far enough, Chief.”

He turned and found me standing on his heels and went pale. He was off balance and I had several choices, although the most appealing was swinging my elbow across his jaw so it would have to be wired for six weeks or so. I had a second to decide to strike or not. I used restraint.

“The lady asked you to leave.”

He just stared at me.

“One way or another, you’re going out the door. Choose now.”

He left without saying a word. I realized at that point that there was zero tension in my body. I was completely relaxed, which isn’t always the case in an adrenaline type situation. From experience I can tell you that in a relaxed state during a physical altercation you can do some amazing things. That guy will probably never know how close he came to the worst day of his life.

I really don’t like violence. In fact I abhor violence, but if my kid wasn’t there he’d still be in the emergency room.

I haven’t been in a situation like that in many years. I was taught that if all someone understands is violence, then give them violence. And beat them so severely that they never bother another peaceful living soul again.

And I thought about that, because just like on TV I flashed back to my teacher explaining that philosophy to me. It was twenty years ago, but in an instant I there again. The scene was so vivid I could smell the cup of tea he was always sipping from. And in another instant I was back standing there in the store with the asshole standing in front of me. It was like time travel.

The rest of the day was uneventful.

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Comments

You're like the suburban Karate Kid: "Protecting the honor of mall patrons everywhere."

Personally, I would've tripped him as he made his move for the girl. I understand that's probably not as diplomatic, but why be diplomatic when you can compound someone's frustration with a healthy dose of humiliation?

Posted by: shank at December 31, 2006 04:46 PM

Perfectly handled, IMO. You stopped a violent situation from getting worse without laying a finger on the guy and humiliated the shit out of him (though he did it mostly to himself), without getting sued or thrown in jail. Can't do much better than that. Though a good old-fashioned ass-kicking would have been more entertaining...
I agree with that teacher of yours. People who only understand violence need to be beaten into helpless cripples.

Posted by: diamond dave at January 1, 2007 10:29 AM

Scary stuff. And you wrote about it so well that I felt my anxiety levels go up!

Posted by: rp at January 2, 2007 10:26 AM

Good for you! Although the elbow across the jaw would've made for an even better story.

Posted by: Shawn at January 3, 2007 02:48 PM
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