Stix
Resident hick....
Leaving the post office just now, but on my way in, I notice a creepy looking homeless dude sitting in the bench out front. Lady coming up behind me, I hold the door and we walk in. Neither of us said a word. I’m getting into my PO Box when I hear the door swing open. (Very small rural post office). I hear a click clack coming towards me and the woman. I turn around and here is homeboy. He has one leg. And on those things like Timmay from South Park. He’s early 30’s, 6ft and maybe 180. He says “ you guys talking shit?” I exchange glances with the now VERY nervous woman and say, no not at all.
Him: You guys are talking shit!
Me: Bud, I haven’t said a word and neither has she.....
Him: starts towards us grumbling and waving a crutch.
The woman is fucking terrified and looking at me like WTF are you gonna do? So I told him that I’d take no pleasure in it, but if he didn’t let us pass I would take his crutch and beat him to death with it. Lol. He must have thought I was serious because he backed up and let us out. Pretty sure the woman pissed herself. But I mean WTF do you do? It’s like fighting an old man. If you win, you beat an old man. If you lose.......well,......lol
Him: You guys are talking shit!
Me: Bud, I haven’t said a word and neither has she.....
Him: starts towards us grumbling and waving a crutch.
The woman is fucking terrified and looking at me like WTF are you gonna do? So I told him that I’d take no pleasure in it, but if he didn’t let us pass I would take his crutch and beat him to death with it. Lol. He must have thought I was serious because he backed up and let us out. Pretty sure the woman pissed herself. But I mean WTF do you do? It’s like fighting an old man. If you win, you beat an old man. If you lose.......well,......lol