re: #22 DaddyG

Story time!

So, there I was, strolling down Boylston. Had on a good quiet jacket, natty tie, dark trousers, with cuffs as worn, carrying my topcoat across my arm. (the gin had warmed me up a bit).

Anywho, on the sidewalk at the corner of Boylston and another street that, on advice of counsel, I will not name, just as I passed the corner of a store there, I felt a sharp blow to my solar plexus, as though I had been sucker-punched.

I staggered back, turned slightly sideways, and directed a punishing kick from my cap-toe walker clad right foot directly toward what ought to have been the aggressor’s left knee.

Well, it turned out to be a little person’s stomach (thankfully, slightly north of the beltline) with which my foot connected. We had simply bumped into each other at the blind corner, and we were both moving at a high rate of speed.

Flummoxed momentarily, I compose myself enough to notice that the following:

1) A small crowd is gathering
2) This guy’s getting up
3) This guy is really, really strong-looking.

I pause, reflect on the best resolution to the matter. Thankfully, gin did not fail me, and I kicked him again before he got up to beat the hell out of me before filing suit and pressing charges.

With the cunning that only liquor and panic can provide, I ran a few block before ducking into a sporting good store. Purchasing a blue hooded sweatshirt which I put over my sports coat, and removing my hat to put the hood up, I was perfectly disguised.