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So, I'm a little shell-shocked at the moment. Hubbo and I are at a coffee place this morning. I tell him my order, then go to get us a table. I see an abandoned newspaper on a table. I pick it up, looking at the big front-page photo of a rainy street, wondering how much rain we got this last round when ...
whomp! some man grabs my arm hard, socks me in the shoulder, then yells, "That's MY paper!"
Time elapsed from picking up the newspaper: no more than 15 seconds.
Long story short: It was an old man but very quick and strong and crazy. I decided not to file assault charges. The coffee place is very aware of what happened. The shift manager said, "He's done this before." My answer: "In that case, I won't be back."
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"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder." - Flynn Rider, "Tangled"
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