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!!dLUhj2yYgMt 09/21/11(Wed)09:03 No.16373613This story takes place about six months after my first deployment. My buddy Zack and I had been living together for almost a year, and we had become really good friends at this point (no homo). We still are actually, as in, if he called me right now saying he needed me somewhere, I'd drop everything and go. I know he'd do the same for me. Anyway, on with the story!
Zack and I were hungry as hell, so we stopped at a nearby Wendy's after seeing some movie or another. It was about 10pm and not too much else was open. As we're waiting for our order to come up, this scrawny white kid, couldn't have been more than 19 comes into the Wendy's, orders something, then demands that we pay for it. We tell him to get fucked. He reply's with, "Yo, yo, you best buy my food, nugga, or Imma gat you with my deuce deuce!" He proceeds to pull up his oversized shirt to reveal a small .22 revolver pointed at his groin. We laugh at him. As he walks up to us in what he thought was a threatening manner, Zack shoulder punches him hard enough to knock him on his ass. While he's down there, I stomp his chest, and tell him, "Don't fuck with combat vets." We take pick up our order, wish the cashier a good evening, and leave. On our way out, we see a cop car across the street. Zack wrangles the po-po, whom we tell about the shithead in the Wendy's. The cop says, "Oh, yeah? We've had reports of that little shit. Thanks." He and his partner go over, bust the little fucker, and leave with him in the squad car.
That was the first, last, and only time I've been accosted like that. It was fucking odd. And goddamn, my adrenaline was spiked for about 20 minutes after. |
