It was just like a scene from the film Deliverance.
Sat outside with my breakfast the fat cook sits opposite me watching me eat.
His two mates with big ears are laughing.
The cooks smiling, I avoid his puffy eyes and push my plate away.
He says "You and me, we fuck"? and pushes one finger in and out of his other hand, the big eared retards are laughing still, watching. I could almost hear them cackling "Squeal like a pig, boy"
My heart was racing, this could be a bad situation.
My lock knife was in my thigh pocket, under the table, I opened it but left it there, raised my eyes and slowly but with conviction told him to feck off, I was angry.
The retards stopped laughing and the smile dropped from the gay ommelette maker's face in an instant, they all knew I was pissed off.
Making my way to the bike I flicked the gear lever into first and turned the ignition on, my helmet was on the mirror.
I eased myself onto the bike kicking the stand up while trying to make polite conversation to try and defuse the situation.
One of the retards made a grab for me, the clutch was in, starter hit and clutch out, I was out of there in an instant.
Ok, it's a funny story but I was shitting myself, I've spoken with others who've had similar encouters and felt the same anger as I did.
For the first time in my life I think I fully understand how a woman feels when an undesirable tries the 'come on'. Bastards!!
It was a few miles before I calmed down enough to stop in an empty place, have a smoke then get my helmet on before riding calmly off again.
So, Azerbaijan, go stuff yourself.
Sat outside with my breakfast the fat cook sits opposite me watching me eat.
His two mates with big ears are laughing.
The cooks smiling, I avoid his puffy eyes and push my plate away.
He says "You and me, we fuck"? and pushes one finger in and out of his other hand, the big eared retards are laughing still, watching. I could almost hear them cackling "Squeal like a pig, boy"
My heart was racing, this could be a bad situation.
My lock knife was in my thigh pocket, under the table, I opened it but left it there, raised my eyes and slowly but with conviction told him to feck off, I was angry.
The retards stopped laughing and the smile dropped from the gay ommelette maker's face in an instant, they all knew I was pissed off.
Making my way to the bike I flicked the gear lever into first and turned the ignition on, my helmet was on the mirror.
I eased myself onto the bike kicking the stand up while trying to make polite conversation to try and defuse the situation.
One of the retards made a grab for me, the clutch was in, starter hit and clutch out, I was out of there in an instant.
Ok, it's a funny story but I was shitting myself, I've spoken with others who've had similar encouters and felt the same anger as I did.
For the first time in my life I think I fully understand how a woman feels when an undesirable tries the 'come on'. Bastards!!
It was a few miles before I calmed down enough to stop in an empty place, have a smoke then get my helmet on before riding calmly off again.
So, Azerbaijan, go stuff yourself.
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