Caught in the moonlight
I almost got in a fight the other day, or at least that's what I saw comming. Walking home from work late at night I saw a few people comming out of a store I always pass by on my way. Some I knew, others I didn't. Dispite this I waved, shared nice words and wished them a good night. When they pulled in the back alley I walk down it was no suprise as they checked the back door, but when they continued to follow me into a back parking lot I began to sweat. I waved my friend on, whom I knew they were upset at, and the car sped up and stopped next to me. They asked who that was, and upon hearing it the man was obviously upset. For a better visual image he would be akin to a rabid dog standing in front of a raw peice of meat, foaming and barking as if he hadn't eaten in days. He had words with me, words about my friend and even another co-worker that put me in a frightened state. He demanded action out of me without me able to say a second word. Thankfully I was able to talk the man calm and he left without a problem.
Some of you may wonder why I didn't do more, but this person was borderline 300lbs and 6' 6", while I stand at a measly 5' 11" and 140lbs. It would of been a disgusting sight. I've been in enough fights, enough turmoil and trouble, to know what to say, how to say it, when to smile and when to offer a handshake to mediate the situation. I've never been much of a fighter, unless it's in videogames or something of the like.
His wife works with me, or rather under me. She's a crew worker while I'm manager. She acts as if she has no problem with me, but there are moments when it's rather obvious that her story doesn't comply with her feelings. Moments such as her complaining about a simple managers saftey walk outside, or telling the regional general manager that I don't work as hard as I'm supposed to. Plus her husband insisted that the only reason he tolerates me is because I'm at work. I.O.W. I would of gotten smashed if I wasn't his wifes boss. Ah, feeling of saftey - flee without a moments notice.
I hate stuff like this, I hate being the scrawny guy, but there's nothing I can do. I've attempted all my life to gain weight, gain muscle. Hell, the two years I was in military I was lucky to gain 10lbs. All my life people have found me easy to walk over, push around and be the boss of.
When I brought this to my boss, the man was banned from my place of employment. His wife will soon be transfered, but it's not happening fast enough. I called the police to report the incident, but the police officer knew the man and insisted they had a good standings with eachother. Most people would be put at ease by this, but knowing the kind of man I was dealing with it did nothing but tell me that the report would mean little more than a fart in the wind. I should of known better than that, considering around halloween he had a costume shop up for Adults and Children - both changing in shop to try on the outfits when the man is a registered sex offender. Not only that, a registered sex offender of a minor, and worse yet one with down syndrome - and the cops didn't do a single thing even when he was repeatedly reported to police and even the local news.
Shane Butler - Rich, sick, and powerful. The kind of man who does what he wants, when he wants, and nobody has the balls to stop him. He owns his own business, and has friends offering him and his wife 80K+ a year jobs, and has control over the public around him. And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
He wants to 'hash things out' , but I've heard stories off him being nice. One of his former run-abouts told me of an event where another person he didn't like was invited out to a nice movie to 'hash things out' . This guy ended up beaten with baseball bats and left in the boonies. Quotes from his wife tells me - If he was really pissed at you, you'd have broken windows, stolen sterios, keyed cars and slashed tires. I wonder what he does when you don't have a car to vandalize?
Some of you may wonder why I didn't do more, but this person was borderline 300lbs and 6' 6", while I stand at a measly 5' 11" and 140lbs. It would of been a disgusting sight. I've been in enough fights, enough turmoil and trouble, to know what to say, how to say it, when to smile and when to offer a handshake to mediate the situation. I've never been much of a fighter, unless it's in videogames or something of the like.
His wife works with me, or rather under me. She's a crew worker while I'm manager. She acts as if she has no problem with me, but there are moments when it's rather obvious that her story doesn't comply with her feelings. Moments such as her complaining about a simple managers saftey walk outside, or telling the regional general manager that I don't work as hard as I'm supposed to. Plus her husband insisted that the only reason he tolerates me is because I'm at work. I.O.W. I would of gotten smashed if I wasn't his wifes boss. Ah, feeling of saftey - flee without a moments notice.
I hate stuff like this, I hate being the scrawny guy, but there's nothing I can do. I've attempted all my life to gain weight, gain muscle. Hell, the two years I was in military I was lucky to gain 10lbs. All my life people have found me easy to walk over, push around and be the boss of.
When I brought this to my boss, the man was banned from my place of employment. His wife will soon be transfered, but it's not happening fast enough. I called the police to report the incident, but the police officer knew the man and insisted they had a good standings with eachother. Most people would be put at ease by this, but knowing the kind of man I was dealing with it did nothing but tell me that the report would mean little more than a fart in the wind. I should of known better than that, considering around halloween he had a costume shop up for Adults and Children - both changing in shop to try on the outfits when the man is a registered sex offender. Not only that, a registered sex offender of a minor, and worse yet one with down syndrome - and the cops didn't do a single thing even when he was repeatedly reported to police and even the local news.
Shane Butler - Rich, sick, and powerful. The kind of man who does what he wants, when he wants, and nobody has the balls to stop him. He owns his own business, and has friends offering him and his wife 80K+ a year jobs, and has control over the public around him. And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
He wants to 'hash things out' , but I've heard stories off him being nice. One of his former run-abouts told me of an event where another person he didn't like was invited out to a nice movie to 'hash things out' . This guy ended up beaten with baseball bats and left in the boonies. Quotes from his wife tells me - If he was really pissed at you, you'd have broken windows, stolen sterios, keyed cars and slashed tires. I wonder what he does when you don't have a car to vandalize?
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