When I was a kid, I was bullied a few times because I looked like an easy target. Boy, were they wrong! A few irate mothers called my home over the issue of missing teeth. My mom told them, “Then keep your boy away from mine!” and hung up. End of story. We didn’t depend on lawyers in those days.
Me too. There were a few bullies in grammar and middle school.
They all started and ended the same way. Them provoking, me avoiding them as long as I could, then, them being very sorry.
I could have saved everyone a bunch of time by simply accommodating them with the ass-kicking they wanted from the start.