sadatx

I was coming out of a restaurant with my girlfriend this weekend and had the night ruined for no real reason by this moron. And what's worse I didn't feel like I was in a position to do anything about it.

This is what happened. If anyone lives in San Diego you know that the Gaslamp quarter gets packed with people in the summer on the weekends. It can be a pain in the ass, but sometimes fun to go to.

So my girlfriend and I were coming out of this place called Ole Madrid (good Spanish restaurant) which turns into a night club in the basement late night. So the sidewalk is filled with people waiting to get in and people just trying to get by. My girlfriend merges into the line of people passing by and I try to follow her except this guy, heretofore know as the jerkoff, cuts me off. I don't think much of it everyone is just trying to make it past the crowd here. But the guy slows down, practically creating a traffic jam and backs into me. He then reaches back and grabs this woman who was behind me and says,

"Come on honey we were rudely cutoff."

Now I'm getting annoyed. There's no line just a mass of moving people. And he's acting like everyone should just move out of the way and stop for him. But at this point I'm just thinking what can you do.

We finally break past the long line to get into the club and the sidewalk opens up so I rush up to my girlfriend who thought she had lost me in the crowd. As we're walking I'm in the middle of explaining what happened when someone shoves me from behind and then grabs my shoulder and pulls me back.

It's, of course, the fucking jerkoff. He rushes in front of me shakes his finger at me and yells,

"You don't ever fucking walk in front of my wife!"

At this point I'm in shock, and more than a little in embarrassed at the fact that everyone on the sidewalk is staring at me. The jerkoff quickly turn and walks away followed by his much older, and probably more than a little embarrased herself, wife.

The shock wears off and my blood starts to boil. I mean I must have been bright red. I haven't been in such a state of rage for quite some time. Now my girlfriend's pleading with me not to do anything and all I'm thinking is how I can get the guy on the ground as quickly as possible so I can start stomping on his head.

But the truth is I knew I wasn't going to do anything. If I had picked a fight with the guy the cops would have probably come (they patrol Gaslamp pretty heavily with all the tourists around and they can be dicks because of dealing with the crowds every weekend), charged me with something, and sent me to jail for the night. And what if I had to hightail it? Did I really expect my girlfriend to run along with me in heels? Obviously I was sober if I was thinking this rationally.

But I can't help but wish I had done something. The guy basically pushed me around when I wasn't looking or expecting it and yelled at me for no reason and got away with it. Of course he does have to live with being a dickhead.

It pretty much ruined my weekend. But I do feel better writing about it and seeing how ridiculous the whole situation was.