I need your honest opinion here...
Away from politics and back to real life here. Not sure how I should feel about this. Almost everyone seems to think I was out of line so I'm looking for some feedback here.
I was standing in line at Subway with my friend Tom the Ultimate Fighter and the line was long. Two older ladies, probably late 70's, walked in and walked right in front of us.
Now if you're like me, and on this issue I think most are, I hate it when people cut. Especially when they know full well that they are cutting. The attitude that people think they are better than others and entitled to cut in line ticks me off to no end.
I don't have time for this so I mumble loud enough for most to hear "They should put women down once they pass age 70. Use a gun, or if you feel bad for them, a needle, and just get rid of them."
You'd have thought I'd insulted the Pope. These ladies had some spunk. The first one turns around and says "Young man, that is the rudest. You need to learn some respect."
Now, I can't be trashed like that in public. They were insulting me! Saying I needed to learn respect. Feh. So I said "Shut up you hag. I'll punch you in the neck so hard your fake teeth will pop out. Now stop taking up oxygen that us productive members of society need."
I guess I hit a nerve with that one. Mean Old Lady #1 swings her purse at my head and it must have had a brick in it. It hit me upside my head, right on my left ear. My vision narrowed briefly as my brain shook in my skull.
I grabbed the old blue hair by her hair and slammed my fist right into her nose about 3 times. I'm mean I put my shoulder into the punches. They felt good. Blood is pouring out of her nose. At this time, Mean Old Lady #2 pulls out a hunting knife and stabs me in my right side. Sharp pain. It stuns me, obviously. Where the heck does this lady get a hunting knife?
Tom the Ultimate Fighter jumps in and quickly disarms her by grabbing her wrist and and snapping her forearm with a sharp thrust of his other hand. I love osteoporosis! She screams in pain and drops the blade. But with her other hand goes up to eye gouge him. Tom, being the Ultimate Fighter, makes his hand flat and puts it in front of his nose, stopping her attack.
At this time, I'm doubled over in pain and Mean Old Lady #1 is bleeding about a pint out of her splintered nose. She grabs the back of my head and knees me in the face. A deep, dull pain rippled through my head as I felt her decomposing knee smash into my nose, crushing it and ruining my model good looks.
Now, I'm stunned, having been hit in the head with a brick, stabbed in my right side and kneed in the face. The Mean Old Lady #1 grabs the back of my pants with one hand and my head with the other and runs me into and through the front window of the store and I land on the concrete. OK, now I'm mad.
I get up, open the front door and run back in (don't ask why I didn't use the now broken window. I think I was a bit dazed at this point from the glass in my eyes). Running at full speed I tackle the little old lady, burying my shoulder into her gut. I feel her just melt as the wind goes out of her. I continue to drive her into the soda stand about 5 feet away.
Tom is still working Mean Old Lady #2 over. He's got her pinned against the sneeze guard with just his forearm against her neck. Any time she moves, he grabs the extra skin on her neck and pulls.
I've got #1 pinned against the soda stand and start throwing gut punches into her. I mean, I must have looked like Agent Smith in the first Matrix when he's gut punching Neo and he's going so fast his arms are a blur. She can barely breathe and is no doubt bleeding internally at this point. I stop after about 60 seconds of this. My arms are drained and almost numb. I have glass and blood in my eyes, my nose is shattered, my chin is skinned from the concrete and I have a deep stab wound in my right kidney.
But it was clear at this point that I was THE MAN and no one was cutting in front of me. I grabbed the sub girl, dipped her and kissed her (just for added theatrical effect) and I got my place back in line.
Everyone was staring at me like I had just given birth to an alien or something. Some darling little boy, about 6 or 7, looks at me and says "You are a mean man!"
As I was putting his head into the toilet and flushing, I used the moment for some self reflection. Was I really in the wrong here?