So anyway, I continue to admire away, and the guy sits in a table about 10 feet away - like his body language wasn't saying everything.
He orders a meal in a manner that I found quite offensive too, asking for an entree', a main, then a dessert. Just like that.
Like I don't know what he's implying about me only having a coffee served in a teapot.
So anyway, this *bastard* goes on to eat his tea - you know, just provoking me; so I feel it's neccessary to say *something*, just to get this guy off my back.
"Just knock it off Ok pal!" I snarl "Just watch yourself, alright?!"
Then he looks around like he thinks I'm talking to someone else.
I hate smug bastards like that - they really get on my wick.
So then his main arrives, and he eats that rather hurriedly, and now I'm sure he's winding me up - just pissing me around to see which way the urine glistens. Eating fast to make sure I know what he means.
So then the waiter starts pissing me round as well. He goes to this guy's table and removes all the plates, then comes over to my table to get mine! I tell him to bugger off of course, I know what he's up to, and getting the other guy's plates first is just to make me feel at ease. Right. So I keep my plates, and cups and things, and then it hits me that this guy and the waiter are probably in league with each other - they probably just wait till someone like me comes in and then stuff them about a bit for kicks.
Well they picked on the wrong guy.
I slip the gun out of my pocket and lay it on the table beside me. Now they know I'm not going to take any shit. Now they *know* the went too far...
Picked on the wrong guy...
The waaaay wrong guy.
Like the guys who used to pick on me at school.
If it was them now, they'd know.
After the slaughter, the cops come and take me away, and the joke of it is, they blame *ME*. I tell them I'm wasn't the one with the bloody entree', but they don't listen.
They never listen.
Not even at school.