So, one evening I exited the mall and out front were three males. Two were white, around fifteen. The other appeared to be a Hispanic man in his twenties. They were locked in a death stare, with their chests puffed out like they were going to fight, so I scadaddled with the children to the car.
I got in the car and after loading the loot and the kids, I was heading out and passed them again. They were still in the standoff and the Holy Spirit poked me to talk to them.
So I went up and said, “Hi. I am sarajonhson.” They broke their death stare and looked at me. I said, “I noticed you are in a fix here.” The Hispanic guy explained he was with some women who felt dissed by the mugs of the white guys. I said, “so you are here because the girls told you?” Luckily, that struck his funny bone and he laughed and so did the young guys. Then they all parted ways.
Fighting for women...
What were they supposed to fight about?
I had a female friend and I never saw her happier then when she thought two men were fighting over her. The funny thing is, they were actually fighting for other reasons, but in her mind, it was about her. It was like the greatest thing that had ever happened to her. I’ve noticed several women for whom this is like winning the Super Bowl.
Good for you, seriously. Sometimes adults don’t realize the power of a well meaning adult that can bring a moment of sanity to the situation.
You just be very careful about doing that with drunks, ok?