SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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In work for the past several days we have had a young lady as a patient. One of her family members is a wannabe Biker.
He's a skinny little bug who likes to wear shredded jeans and muscle shirts. He makes a great scene walking in wearing his thin leather jacket and flexing his nonexistant muscles while showing off his tribal tattoo's.
He orders people around like some kind of tough guy and tells everyone who cares to listen about his bike.
I have come into a lot of abuse from him because of my long hair and the fact that I don't react to his Bullshit. I have been called a Faggot and a Kiddie Raper. I have been told that I'm a Druggie, a Hippie and a degenerate. (Okay I accept the last one.) I have been bumped, pushed and hit by him without reacting. This afternoon he informed he he was going to kick my ass if I didn't buy him some beer. I finally reacted by laughing in his face. He didn't like that.
At the end of my shift I changed into my usual clothing, pulled on my leathers, met my wife and went out to the parking garage. We fired up the bike and were rolling out when I happened to see this little weasel go past us. I rolled on a bit of throttle and kept up with him as he went down the street. At the next light he stopped and I pulled up alongside of him. I kicked up the visor of my helmet and looked at him until he looked over at me.
The look on his face was priceless. He turned an odd shade of gray as he sat there on his Scooter looking at and recognizing me. When the light changed I rolled on the throttle and he just sat there as we rumbled away.
I was laughing the entire way home.
Cat
He's a skinny little bug who likes to wear shredded jeans and muscle shirts. He makes a great scene walking in wearing his thin leather jacket and flexing his nonexistant muscles while showing off his tribal tattoo's.
He orders people around like some kind of tough guy and tells everyone who cares to listen about his bike.
I have come into a lot of abuse from him because of my long hair and the fact that I don't react to his Bullshit. I have been called a Faggot and a Kiddie Raper. I have been told that I'm a Druggie, a Hippie and a degenerate. (Okay I accept the last one.) I have been bumped, pushed and hit by him without reacting. This afternoon he informed he he was going to kick my ass if I didn't buy him some beer. I finally reacted by laughing in his face. He didn't like that.
At the end of my shift I changed into my usual clothing, pulled on my leathers, met my wife and went out to the parking garage. We fired up the bike and were rolling out when I happened to see this little weasel go past us. I rolled on a bit of throttle and kept up with him as he went down the street. At the next light he stopped and I pulled up alongside of him. I kicked up the visor of my helmet and looked at him until he looked over at me.
The look on his face was priceless. He turned an odd shade of gray as he sat there on his Scooter looking at and recognizing me. When the light changed I rolled on the throttle and he just sat there as we rumbled away.
I was laughing the entire way home.
Cat
