On The Edge
I was on a trip with this girl and her family to New Hampshire. On the way back, we were going to her cousin’s wedding in New Jersey. The girl had turned evil, alienating me the entire time in front of her family. So when we got to the rehearsal dinner, I was on edge. Afterward, everyone went to the hotel bar and another wedding party arrived.
This guy in the other group started harassing people in the group that I was in, to the point that he was ruining the night for both families. Finally, he looked at me and went, “WHAT”?! He didn’t realize I was ready to have it out with someone because of my terrible trip. I immediately started walking toward him with what I can only describe as true rage. It was about to go down.
As I got to about two feet from this guy, I looked at him directly and said, “What is your problem? You are here for a wedding! If you say one more thing to anyone in my party, I swear to God I will beat the living daylights out of you until you can’t walk anymore. So turn around and shut up”! The only thing I could see after I said that was fear in his eyes.
The guy immediately turned around and mumbled some nonsense in this wimpy, deflated voice. When I turned around, everyone in my group had this look like I was some sort of hero, and people were giving me high fives. Later that night, I packed up my stuff in the dark, asked the concierge to get me a taxi, and caught a train home, leaving the evil girl alone at the wedding.