That was Nature's Way of telling you to GTFO.
Sticking around after the cop touched
you was your second missed chance.
I'm sure your regrets are crushing,
but I can't help reacting.
Thanks for being so candid though.
You story may someday save some NESer 10x your hassles,
because you were willing to share it here.
And your regrettable story is a powerful lesson that
not only do you not invite The Man into your life,
you also stay out of arms reach when He's working an incidence.
If it was a packed bar, that's one thing.
If you joined a throng of spectators watching the shoving match,
that was an expensive gawk, wasn't it.
I've violated those rules.
It turned out OK, but that was just my dumb luck.
Around 1980, a daytime double date (other guy driving).
Stop at the White Castle in Journal Square for lunch.
Detach the ladies to save four picture window seats.
Place is packed with what looks like junior high schoolers,
right after a school sports game.
Suddenly a fist-fight breaks out between two youts.
Everybody else drops what they're doing and packs tight to watch,
and offer advice.
Including all the workers behind the glass.
I wade through the crowd to tell the ladies,
"go sit in the car; we'll order 'em to go",
and then wade back to where the other guy
has our place saved on line.
What a gentleman, eh?
I like White Castle.
Suddenly the word goes out that the cops have arrived.
The fight peters out, and the crowd loosens up.
The manager is now screaming like a literal slave overseer
at the cooks and cashiers to get back to work -
I expected her to be flailing at them with a knotted rope.
We order and get our food, and either eat in the car parked,
or eat on the road.
Not carrying, of course - had nothing to carry.
But only a while afterwards did it occur to me that
someone in the crowd could have slipped a shiv into me,
and gotten away with it.
Instant GTFO would have been the prudent choice.
Your story redoubles my desire for a plan on how to disengage
if something starts up elsewhere in a restaurant.
(We're of course always running a tab).
Choices include:
- Wade over to a waitress and give her some $20's.
- Leave money wadded underneath our plates.
- Chew'n'screw, then return to pay some other time.
"Request"?
How about, "I have chest pains, I need to go to the hospital",
and when you arrive, "oopsie, pains were gas; but please draw a blood sample for a BAC test".
^THIS.
And, are they stupid enough to use the defendant's ammo?