Old Ironmaker
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I'm going into the grocery store the other day and a older model black Toyota Camry is parked near me. I see the licence plate frame has the name of a car dealership I recognize but not why I recognize it. I also notice the back seat of this heap that hasn't been washed in a decade has crap piled in the back seat from floor to ceiling door to door. I go in and get my stuff. When I come out I glance at this mess in the back seat and look at the plate frame and realized I know the owner of the car lot. I do not stop and scope it out I walk by and glance at this mess and shake my head. Out of nowhere I hear a guy scream at me take a picture buddy then F off and I might not punch you out for stealing my stuff. This kid is around mid to late 20's, 5'8" maybe 160 pounds. I'm 66 years old, 6 foot and 185, I don't know if I still have it but not afraid to find out how he's going to "punch me out." I only have about 40 years on him and the audacity to threaten a Sr. citizen even though I don't want to admit it I am at 66. I say to him, "Little boy I don't know who you are and it's obvious you don't know who I am so why don't you F off." He goes ape poop and is screaming at the top of his lungs as his face turns Ferrari red and now everyone in the lot is staring at him. I swear if he were older he would have had a heart attack. And the language on this child. I go about my business as he is flipping out and I throw him the occasion smart *** comment myself in a very calm voice, I think this drove him nuts as well. Too many witnesses for him to do anything and he says just that and I'm the luckiest man because of it and the threats continue. Personal weapons are not a thing out where we live, in the city it's different as knife and gun play has become common place. But nutbars usually don't care where they are when they pull a weapon out. Now he says he knows where I live and he will be there in 30 minutes to "punch my lights out." I get in my truck and drive to the other end of the plaza to the pharmacy. He screaks to a stop behind me where I'm parked and is screaming disgusting sexual profanities and threatening me bodily harm through the window. A young woman is standing right there with her 8 year old or so little girl and she gives him a piece of her mind as she is typing in his plate number in her phone and tells him she's going straight to the OPP (Ontario Provincial Police) detachment in town. She suggests I go to the Cops as well. I explain to her if I do lodge a complaint and he is charged then he really knows where I live and I don't need that to think about as we are isolated where we live and I'm not always home when my wife is. The 30 minutes has come and gone but no "freak out tough guy" anywhere to be seen. I told my lady I can't believe a kid would come onto an old guy like me. She said it might be a compliment because he may have thought I look a lot younger than I am. I don't think tough guy will come around but if he does I have my wife here and that's all I'm concerned with so I might have to come out of retirement for 2 minutes, that's all it will take, maybe less. There's a saying about the city I grew up and worked in until I retired. "How do you know you are in somebody's house in Hamilton?"........ "There's a baseball bat at the front door." The strange thing about the entire thing is I don't think my heart rate went up much if at all.
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