Years ago, I used to get significantly drunk every night. One particular night, I was going to "the next bar", when I should have been heading home, and started to cross a street near an alley way. I don't remember exactly what I was mad about, but it had been a bad day, and I was pissed off.

Then this young dork jumps right in front of me, and said something antagonistic. I grabbed him, with an open blade in my other hand, when a female started repeating, "It's a joke! We're so sorry!"

I held onto him for a while, just to make sure it wasn't a trick. I think he nearly pissed his pants. I let him go and told him he's an idiot for not learning who he's dealing with. I'm sure he still remembers.