Jakes = Wee neds, the sort of person your deepest instincts tell you to avoid and if in conversation, subtly insult, because they probably won't understand.
Lets call this guy Wee Jake, he didn't grasp the concept of "excuse me", he thought I said, "You'd better move". I totally get that these phrases sound 100% the same and it was my fault for not being articulate enough in my entirely un-mannered politeness. Well I quickly became a homosexual in this mans eyes, and rapidly a pedophile, however when I informed him that his sister claimed to be 16 at the time his rage level didn't decrease. At this point in stepped a saviour, a girl I'd known since I was atleast 14 who was ready at an instant to decapitate and hide the body of this overly aggressive jake and his friends, a following somewhat similar to the T-Birds and Danny Zuko (was that his name?). A hero who'd been dealing with guys like this for years and her partner, who could represent gotham as crime free almost as much as she could.
You can imagine that the ordeal was in no way hurtful or damaging as I convince the guy that his sister was beautiful and it was ok if he found her attractive, as I noticed the entire street laughing and joining my side. At this point a taxi and a journey home were in order and the delivery almost to my doorstep was fantastic. It resulted in this, here I am, blogging for the first time. Well, atleast, sharing for the first time.
Hello world. Im Adam and things are about to get interesting.
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