I’m a very passive guy and don’t anger easily, but……..
Whilst walking with my wife through the park, taking in the sun, enjoying the day, three youths thought it would be hilarious to head our way and kick their football at us. My wife walked away, I did not.
“I was only trying to nutmeg you,” said the kicker. His two buddies leering as kids do, especially when they are bigger than their target, namely me. (Nutmeg is kick it through your legs.)
Now the problem was that I felt particularly hot and flustered, so I reacted. I’m quite proud that I didn’t do what some men would, instead, I did this.
Having being a much better footballer than the youths ever will be, I took aim and blasted the ball back exactly where I wished it: let’s say I missed both his legs, if you catch my drift.