The hosts were washing dishes in the kitchen. And “Bob” was not sufficiently civil for such a response. I was on crutches, so a quick getaway was not in the cards. I just said something like “I don’t need your personal insults” and hobbled into the kitchen to thank my hosts and say goodnight. And then I hobbled out, talking to a former student, their son, who was apologetic.
I would have just started laughing at the guy with my cell phone ready to video him and call the police if he got violent.
I snicker at idiots alot.
[Long John] Silver whipped his heavy crutch out of his armpit; balancing on one leg, he hurled the crutch at Tom's back. It struck poor Tom with stunning force, square between his shoulders. No sooner had Tom fallen to the sand than Silver, agile as a monkey, leaped on him and buried his knife twice in Tom's ribs.
--Treasure Island by Robt. Louis Stephenson
You conducted yourself in a truly classy way, MrChips.