I was on a white water rafting trip in CA back 20 years ago.
Part of the trip was an evening BBQ.
My group was made up of 15 single adults.
Another group of about 40 was made up of police officers, retired police officers and their wives.
I was told (forcefully) that we were sitting on the wrong table. As we got up to move, one police officer jumped over the picnic table and attacked me.
I side-stepped him and pinned him to the ground, but never did anything violent to him.
As I left, another police officer held out his fist and said “Do you want a piece of this?”.
I said with my hands next to my side, “No” and turned to leave.
The police officer began beating me with his fists as the wives cheered him on.
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