thinking about this question and LOL - I think I see a correlation between my telling tales of fistfights yesterday, and the fact that on D-Day when the news broke my father's father ran down to the USMC recruiter to join the infantry and go kill Nipshttps://twitter.com/amytheartist/status/1166174282944307202 …
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...which is wrapped around a steel tape measure. With, it turns out, 1/4 of one inch of steel sticking out the bottom of my fist. And that corner of the tape measure hits his windshield. With the entire force of my hammer fist. <SMASH> His windshield shatters.
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and there is a 1/2" HOLE right through the windshield where the tape measure hit. And there's a decent bit of my blood around the hole.
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But I don't even know this. I just STARE at him. And he BLANCHES. And puts the truck into reverse, and backs off my foot. And I resume my [ straight line ] path to the front door of Lowes.
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(it all happened so quickly that I didn't realize that I was cut until later, and I'm sure he didn't realize that I had a tape measure in my hand - he just thought he had had the bad luck to run into an insanely strong lunatic)
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