I went out to the car park to find a kid drawing on my car
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He was in a group of 6 and although he was little the others were bigger than me.
I am amazed how big some 15 year olds are these days.
I was so enraged I grabbed him and told him he was toast and that he was off to the police station but that I may just give him the flogging of his life.
He seemed a bit scared and can only wonder how I must have looked from his side of things.
I sent the others packing and in retrospect I was stupid to engage when I was absolutely outnumbered and outclassed but with flames coming out my ears they all seemed terrified
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He got away from me and off I went after him and the others who were a bit ahead.. I reckon for a 60 year old I am pretty fit but after chasing them down the street and up the stairs at the station they luckily (for both me and them) got on the train and the doors closed before I could get them. Missed them only by seconds.
I realised that I had the steering lock in my hands and hate to think how many heads I would have smashed before reason came over me.
But I have the feeling they may think twice before doing it again or at least they will have a tale to tell their mates at school on Monday...by then I bet I have grown to 7 foot tall and was weilding a 6 foot sword
But it is this sort of thing why I try and stay up in the hills as some fool seems to do something that switches me into a mode that I worry about.
alex
