Big Al’s Blog – Boy, This Was Bad… REALLY BAD! [KKITM]
I had never really given much thought to the fact that Rage is a true emotion. Sure, I knew it existed but I had never experienced it. At least not until this weekend. I was at my bar enjoying some playoff football action. The first game had just ended and I had just put on my jacket to run a quick errand to the mall. So, I’m guessing it was about 4:00pm. It happened to be a nice enough day outside that people were sitting on the patio. A LOT of people. So, as I was walking out of the door, I noticed a white dude with a cowboy hat on and he grabbed one of my tables and picked it up. It was a brand new table and the table top that is shaped like the state of Texas. So, he has my table on his shoulder and he has a beer in his other hand and he leaves. He just walked out. This dude was in a large party of about 10 people which included 2 small boys, 2-3 ladies and the rest guys. So, I walked out after the guy and I caught up with the group just on the outside of the patio and in full view of the crowd, and I asked in my normal tone, “Sir, could I please get my table back and by the way, I need my beer back too. You can’t walk out with a drink.” He stopped. He put the table down. He turned toward me and pulled his arm back and said, let me finish my beer. I said “No, that’s illegal sir.” And I grabbed his beer that was still clinched in his hand and I poured it out. He was not too happy with that. I picked up the table and as I was walking back into the patio from the sidewalk he yelled, “I WILL KICK THAT NIGGER IN HIS ASS!” I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. I can not tell you what I was feeling at that moment other than that, I remember saying to myself, “This is it…This is the day that I’m going to have a fight at my bar. Right here in front of these little kids and a full patio and in broad daylight.” His friends were grabbing him and trying to make sure that things didn’t get any worse. I think he repeated the phrase I clinched the table with my hands as tightly as I could. I was thinking that I would just Kick his ass with the Texas Table and he would fall in the street and a car would hopefully hit him. Then, I would probably go to jail, be on the news, lose my job, lose my liquor license and get sued.
Anyway, after the longest 5 seconds of my life I picked up the table and continued walking into the bar. Then, even though the friends were holding him up top, he did manage to kick me as I was walking with my table. I stopped again. And I just thought to myself, he’s not worth it. As I was walking back into my patio, the people that saw this gave me a round of applause. I was thinking like I was being a bit of a punk but it made me feel good that people clapped for me. I swear, I have never felt rage like this before. I feel like if I had hit that dude once, I would still be hitting him now. But I’m here at work to talk about it and not sitting in jail feeling like a guy that didn’t get walked on…
So there’s that!