A model citizen, IMO.mwhittington wrote:Ah, the tire knocker. My dad had one of those when he was a truck driver, but 99% of its use was in an official capacity. The other 1 percent was across the cheekbone of a Mexican gang-banger knocking around his girlfriend on the side of the road because she threw up in his Impala. Dad said she was about maybe 6 months pregnant and this puntamadre is dragging her out of the car by the hair and backhands her for barfing in his ride. Dad saw it and pulls over while the guy is grabbing some rags out of the trunk of his lowrider and throws them to the girl to clean up the mess. As she starts cleaning, my dad (who at the time was about 6 feet tall and 200 lbs.) comes up to the guy and says very politely for the man to apologize to the lady, to which he told my dad to do something that would be physically impossible, and then makes the mistake of putting his hand on my dad. Without a word, my dad swung the tire knocker full force across the guy's face, breaking his cheekbone and sending the guy into the ditch. Then he asks the girlfriend (who now has a swollen cheek) if she's alright, and she yells at him for smacking her boyfriend! My dad just gets back in the truck and drives off.
And, of course, the woman gets mad at him.
This, folks, is why "chivalry is dead": people became tired of being insulted for being chivalrous.
Real quote: "I can open the door for myself, thank you!"
Me: "Fine. F*cking do it then."