And this kid hit me with a roll of toilet paper and we started fighting in the home decorating section [where I was searching for some of those really cute tea cozies] and I knocked over a bunch of puppy-themed decorative flower pots. And i'll be damned if the 'special' guy working the sporting goods counter didn't tackle me off of the kid and put me in a rear naked choke. Well, by this time I was all fired up and didn't think about what I was doing so I showed no mercy on this mentally challenged foe from the U-Scan. I caught him with a stiff jab and he ducked my next swing and came up with a jarring right cross.
"Not this time", I told myself as I felt my conciousness fading away. So, I collected myself and spun 180 degrees on my back and hit him with a knarly ankle pick. He had good defense, though, and came down with a People-Elbow so fierce that it could be heard all the way from the Oriental Produce section.
We scrapped on that white tile for quite a while until it ran red with our blood and some of the ink from his pin that he uses to draw kittens when he's on his lunch break.
After I hit him with a cheap shot with a 'little sluggers' aluminum ball bat, I dip setted out of that Wally World like a bat outta hell and jumped in the civic. I let those horses run with I put that 4-cylinder petal to the metal and tore out of the parking lot, narrowly evading the 70-something parking lot patrol.
All in all, it was a good night. Didn't get my tea cozies but I for damn sure didn't go out like a punk. Dig it. Dig it real hard.