These stories are very funny!
I have had a similar experience a few weeks ago. I am gone out one saturday morning to buy baguettes for breakfast – I know it is a cliche, but we really do eat baguette for breakfast in my family! – and on the way to return home I must pass through a park which has a unused playground. Walking through this playground make my journey shorter so I always go through. On this day I see 8 infants who were maybe 13 or 14 years old – I am myself 21. They block my path and demand me to give them the baguettes. I warn them that I will become violent if they do not let me pass, but they continue to harass me and one of them begins cursing me and starts to push me (maybe they think me to be weak because I look like an average nerd). So I put up my hands and say "ok!" which makes him stop and stand still. I put the baguettes on a bench next to me and turn to look at the child who is continuing to pretend to be tough. He curses more because I have put down the food instead of passing it to him and comes to push me again. I grab his arm and twist him around so that his back is to me and I trip him to the floor. The others do not like this and they all attack. So I use the first who reaches me as a blocker by pushing him at two others and he even hit his head into the head of one of them! Another makes an attempt to kick me and I take his leg then kick his standing leg away giving him a painful fall. Meanwhile the other three and the first one are punching my back so I grab one and throw him over the fence which is behind the bench. I think he is sprained his ankle from this for he was limping afterwards and could not come back over the fence. Then I turn to the other ones who continue to punch and kick me. But instead of attacking this time for I see I will likely injure one if I continue – I roar very loudly directly into their faces. This makes them terrified and they back off for a second. Then their leader tries to attack again even though his friends have seen they are not wise. Now mad, I punch the rat firmly in the shoulder and – I do not exaggerate – he falls backwards for about 2 meters. I was very surprised that I hit him so hard! He then starts to cry in front of his friends who appear very scared and apologise a lot to me! I would maybe feel sorry for this boy but he has deserved this! I am now free to take my baguettes and go home for breakfast.
I saw them a second time a couple of days ago and they were very quiet as I pass!
