How to: Get Stabbed in Calgary
First off I would like to disclose that I am not racist. I believe in treating everyone fairly, but when I'm in an unknown area and setting, all rules go out the fucking window. I'm going to describe a situation I experienced today and hopefully you'll see what I did, and why.
I was on my way to the Canadian Red Cross to pick up a walker for my wife. The Red Cross has an awesome service where you can get free rentals for 6 months for people who need it. They really helped me out last year when I broke my leg skateboarding. But back to the story. I had 40 minutes to kill and I was hungry, so I hit up the nearest McDonalds in the neighborhood in Calgary.
As I was eating my McBacon what the fuck & coffee, a stranger approached me. It was just coincidence that he was black, 6 foot 3, and a little heavy set. "What are those headphones?!?" he exclaimed to me. "I'm a musician, just curious what those are". I was wearing the Audio-Technica M50's on my neck. They're nothing special, but they cost about 250-300 a pair.
Last year I snagged 2 of them when Amazon shipped me 1 for free when they thought I had a missed parcel. But anyway. I told him they were the Audio Technica headphones, M50's, and purchased them from Amazon. He seemed extraordinarily interested in them, which raised my suspicions.
He asked if he could look at them - and I grudgingly agreed. When he placed them on his head, I reached out an looked him in the eyes and said "If you run, I will fucking tackle you in an instant" without breaking my gaze. He reached out and for some reason touched my bicept, in an attempt to gauge if I was serious.
"Dude, I fucking work out 7 days a week"and he knew it by touch. In so far as my mood was so low and I was ready to throw down with this clown, no matter the size, he decided to pull his wallet out and buy the headphones from me. I politely declined. Instead, he listened to a short section of a Tupac song I queued up and I took the headphones back.
I did apologize for getting aggressive, but I said "You must understand, when someone runs up on me and I don't know them, I will be on point". I left the restaurant and got into my car.
I believe the act of buying my headphones was a ruse to cover his decision on not to try and fuck me over. Or perhaps he really was a musician, and was fascinated by my stupid white headphones. I don't give a fuck.
I showed no fear and I was ready to run after him and tackle the fucker if necessary. In hindsight, it wasn't a smart idea. But this comes to fight-or-flight reaction: Do you run away? Cower?
I've been working out for 3 goddamn months 5 days a week. I've lost weight but put on substantial muscle. And this guy was pretty big but I still wasn't intimidated by him. You have to project an aura of confidence and aggressiveness when people try to coax you into doing things you don't want to do.
I remember 10 years ago when my previous building landlord tried to put the moves on my wife in the elevator. (He tried to kiss her, and he was a disgusting pig). I waited patiently until he was alone cleaning the front windows of the apartment building and I launched into him, pinning him to the glass and lifting his neck with both arms. "If you ever touch my wife again I will murder you in two seconds. Are we clear? And I better never ever catch you looking at her".
He squealed like a little bitch and almost pissed his pants. Had he fought me, I would have certainly broken both of his legs and arms. You can't let people walk over you or get away with shit. But you can't battle everybody. From then on, when I caught this asshole on the same floor as me or my wife, he would literally sprint away in fear.
And I have no qualms about doing it again if someone threatens my family or loved ones.
I was on my way to the Canadian Red Cross to pick up a walker for my wife. The Red Cross has an awesome service where you can get free rentals for 6 months for people who need it. They really helped me out last year when I broke my leg skateboarding. But back to the story. I had 40 minutes to kill and I was hungry, so I hit up the nearest McDonalds in the neighborhood in Calgary.
As I was eating my McBacon what the fuck & coffee, a stranger approached me. It was just coincidence that he was black, 6 foot 3, and a little heavy set. "What are those headphones?!?" he exclaimed to me. "I'm a musician, just curious what those are". I was wearing the Audio-Technica M50's on my neck. They're nothing special, but they cost about 250-300 a pair.
Last year I snagged 2 of them when Amazon shipped me 1 for free when they thought I had a missed parcel. But anyway. I told him they were the Audio Technica headphones, M50's, and purchased them from Amazon. He seemed extraordinarily interested in them, which raised my suspicions.
He asked if he could look at them - and I grudgingly agreed. When he placed them on his head, I reached out an looked him in the eyes and said "If you run, I will fucking tackle you in an instant" without breaking my gaze. He reached out and for some reason touched my bicept, in an attempt to gauge if I was serious.
"Dude, I fucking work out 7 days a week"and he knew it by touch. In so far as my mood was so low and I was ready to throw down with this clown, no matter the size, he decided to pull his wallet out and buy the headphones from me. I politely declined. Instead, he listened to a short section of a Tupac song I queued up and I took the headphones back.
I did apologize for getting aggressive, but I said "You must understand, when someone runs up on me and I don't know them, I will be on point". I left the restaurant and got into my car.
I believe the act of buying my headphones was a ruse to cover his decision on not to try and fuck me over. Or perhaps he really was a musician, and was fascinated by my stupid white headphones. I don't give a fuck.
I showed no fear and I was ready to run after him and tackle the fucker if necessary. In hindsight, it wasn't a smart idea. But this comes to fight-or-flight reaction: Do you run away? Cower?
I've been working out for 3 goddamn months 5 days a week. I've lost weight but put on substantial muscle. And this guy was pretty big but I still wasn't intimidated by him. You have to project an aura of confidence and aggressiveness when people try to coax you into doing things you don't want to do.
I remember 10 years ago when my previous building landlord tried to put the moves on my wife in the elevator. (He tried to kiss her, and he was a disgusting pig). I waited patiently until he was alone cleaning the front windows of the apartment building and I launched into him, pinning him to the glass and lifting his neck with both arms. "If you ever touch my wife again I will murder you in two seconds. Are we clear? And I better never ever catch you looking at her".
He squealed like a little bitch and almost pissed his pants. Had he fought me, I would have certainly broken both of his legs and arms. You can't let people walk over you or get away with shit. But you can't battle everybody. From then on, when I caught this asshole on the same floor as me or my wife, he would literally sprint away in fear.
And I have no qualms about doing it again if someone threatens my family or loved ones.
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