Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Don't Waste Strength On Idiots


It was 5:45 a.m. and we had 15 minutes of sleeping time before the 6:00 a.m. shift started. Whether it was the van ride to work or a lunch break, we slept. If you wanted a bunch of trouble-making punk asses to do manual labor then you had to let them rest.

One co-worker, John Noel, was the type of person who walked with his arms out to give the impression that his biceps were too large to rest against his torso. The attempted illusion was not convincing. He spoke strong words but we knew he couldn't back it up with actions. We sensed that he had either a troubled past or slight retardation or both.

Everyone but John and I were napping one particular morning before our shift started, so I thought that I'd have a little "fun" with him. I snuck up behind him as he was sitting in a chair and gave him a good bitch slap across the back of the neck (just believe me, he deserved it). I giggled to myself and sat down at a nearby table. Then WHAM! I was clotheslined out of my seat and knocked flat onto the floor. Not a suprising move from someone who was a fan of pro wrestling.

I stood up and a rage I had never felt before boiled inside me and John knew it. Immedietly he crouched into a fetal position as I was wailing on the back of his head. Punch after punch landed on the back of his well groomed mullet. I felt a crack in my hand as soon as I hit him with the first blow but I continued thumping on him. One of the game commissioners raced up to me and picked me up by the scruff and slammed me against the wall three times. By the time it was over I was in tears. Yeah, my hand was broken but it was tears of overwhelming anger. I felt like punching the commissioner or anyone else that needed punched that day. But somehow I gained my senses and thought better of it. I decided later that he won the fight because I was the one with broken bones.

I've always been a peaceful person and this was the only fight I had ever been in. So I thought I'd share this story of the one day when I was not so peaceful.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I live with this person and can attest to his peaceful ways, I am absolutely incredulous whenever he tells this story. It's like Ghandi one day decided to wail on somebody. I guess we all have days when we are pushed too far