Don’t Have A Cow!
In high school, I wasn’t popular, but I was known. I didn’t hang out with any particular group, but I got along well with the teachers, which allowed me to get away with some extra privileges. I also chatted quite a bit with my bus driver, which meant that my friends and I in the back of the bus didn’t get in trouble for doing stupid, harmless things.
A guy on the bus regularly threw random insults my way, but I just ignored them. They were pretty immature, stupid insults. One day, my girlfriend was riding the bus home with me, and he started insulting me again. I ignored it, so he started in on her, calling her a farm animal. I told her to ignore it and that I would deal with it later. He continued throughout the ride making farm animals sound like, “Moooooo”, etc.
He had no idea what was coming to him. We got to my stop, and as the gentleman I was, I let her walk in front of me. As soon as I reached his seat, I grabbed his shirt, slammed him up against his window, got close to his face, and said, “You wanna talk trash now? Why aren’t you talking”? He stayed quiet. I slammed him again, released him, and walked off the bus, saying, “Sorry about that”, to the bus driver.
She simply smiled and said to have a nice day. It was the talk for a few days, and he didn’t say anything to me again.