Question:
Well it never occured to me that *that* was the reason they left me alone.
I had forgotten until now (crowd groans - Chris has another memory, is
going to tell another story) the time I was walking past a dorm at a small
technical trade school in the northeast, when a firecracker exploded a few
feet from me.
This annoyed me. I marched into the frat, up the stairs about three or four
flights, into the room where the 'cracker came from (how I knew all this escapes me,
I never was in that frat before). I grabbed the 'cracker thrower by the neck and told
him I was displeased, and he apologized. His several buddies had parted like the red
sea to allow me to greet him.
I marched back down the stairs, and heard
"Who the hell was *that*?" followed by nervous laughter.
I was wearing my rugby jacket the whole time. That must've been
the reason it all worked out so nicely.
Answer:
There is no MA for fighting Frat boys, it's called common sense. You throw
a can of beer into there face and tease them with it you'll have them drinking
out of your hand in no time.
