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Scumbag Shenanigans

I think there was something in the air last Friday.

First of all, while walking home from work, a good friend came across a thug hammering a young child of twelve or so. I did not get the full details, but my friend mentioned his head being bashed against the wall.

Needless to say, my friend stepped in, and being something of a tough nut, gave the thug a hiding. He got a few digs himself, but he felt vindicated by his actions.

"Of course I stepped in, Mick. That stuff doesn't happen. Not in my world."

Anyway, sometime later I found myself with the Flaming Redhead in a chipper on Thomas Street at around 0100 in the morning. I did not notice it at the time, but the customer at the counter was hammered. Totally unbalanced, he banged into the Flaming Redhead a number of times, but she did not say anything.

The door opened behind me and a scumbag walked in., but he was definitely up for hassle. Within seconds, he was mooching around behind us complaining about the lack of service.

"Am I fooking invisible or something. Jaaaaaysiiiis!!!!"

I am sure most of you have it pictured well in your head.

Anyway, after a short while, Drunk got his food and tried to leave. The scumbag had him hemmed in. I cannot say for sure, but I think he banged into him while waiting at the counter, thus giving Scumbag his chance at entertainment.

The atmosphere got nasty very quick, and Drunk was scared. He continually tried to leave but Scumbag kept obstructing him with petty glee. Eventually, Drunk reached the door, so Scumbag stood in the doorway. Drunk lost patience and pushed him out of the way.

Scumbag had been given the opportunity he was looking for, and went for Drunk, who promptly dropped his bag of food, and legged it. Scumbag grabbed for him in vain, but only managed to get Drunk's jacket, ripped off as Drunk accelerated away.

I ran out after them, thinking Drunk was in for a beating, but he was gone in a flash. Thinking back, I am not entirely sure what I was doing. In fact, it seems likely that I would have got a smack or two also once he turned his attention to me.

Scumbag returned to the chipper, and started on the proprieter, professing his innocence. Of course, it was total nonsense. He appeared to be a local, so the proprieter did not criticise him too much. His problem was that the trouble started inside, where he was liable.

Eventually, Scumbag left, calling a friend. A few minutes later he reappeared with someone else, presumably the phonecall recipient, as we left. As we walked away, I spotted him reaching down and taking the bag of food that Drunk had dropped. I have to admit, I laughed myself silly at that.

Still, it is my sincere wish that some day soon Scumbag receives the almighty hammering he so obviously craves.