The S Word Blog: A mostly 100% sort-of-semi-technical blog by Thin Guy. Mostly.

It's not too often I get in situations where I'm pretty sure physical altercation is imminent.  Last time this happened was about two years ago on a flight with my girls from MIA to LAS where a bunch of drunk middle aged Cubans thought that it was OK to use the F-Bomb every other word.  They were pretty tough guys until they saw me waiting for them at the end of the jetway.  They not only apologized to me, but also to my wife and daughters.  Looking back, I'm probably lucky I'm not on a no-fly list.  I'm definitely not one looking for a fight, but I will stand up for what I think is right.

Fast forward to this afternoon.  Our next door neighbors daughter has a boyfriend who has probably watched Fast and the Furious one to many times.  Couple that with a supped up WRX and the attitude assoicated with a twenty-something loser who is dating a high school girl (remind me to have a chat with her parents).

As I'm throwing my suitcase and backpack into my jeep, here comes the WRX sliding (and I mean sliding) around the corner into our cul-de-sac.   I step out on the sidewalk glaring at him and the dude guns it around the circle right in front of me.  Girlfriend is in her drive way watching this transpire and I look right at her and state that he cannot drive that way, there are far too many kids in the neighborhood.  And that's not a cliché, all told there are 13 kids that could be out on our street alone.  I should also state that this has been going on for a few months, it's just the first time I was actually out there to witness it.  Although I've "heard" his car everyday for quite sometime.

I have a feeling that she has talked to him about his driving before because he gets out of the car and I hear "Blah, blah, blah, I told you you can't...".  Homeboy takes a long James Dean-esque drag of his cigarette and starts walking straight at me.  I guess he wants to see if I'll flinch.  Since all I see is about 5'6" and carrying a sizeable spare tire, I head straight at him.  While walking I start explaining (Yes, I was politely explaining) to this moron that if any kids were in the street he could have never stopped in time and that I'm sure he loves his ride, but he can't drive like that around here. 

Maybe objects in the mirror really are larger then they appear (or he needs glasses) because soon as I got within 5 feet of him his look and attitude totally changes and he says "Sorry Bro" and turns away.  Too bad.