The man in the wheelchair who attacked me ... - m4m
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It was a beautiful night - the moon was almost full and there was a gentle breeze blowing as I walked to Wendy's for a late dinner. It was there where you made that first indelible impression on me, as your incessant bitching about the quality of your burger shattered my mealtime reverie. It was as if some irresistable, magnetic force drew me out of my seat, over towards you. As if it was meant to be, I interrupted your hideous abuse of the Wendy's staff, redirecting your full attention as well as the full force of your wrath onto myself.
Until yesterday, no one had ever chased after me with a cane before. I had never heard the words "I want your blood!" uttered by a man over seventy. In fact, I had never received a face-to-face death threat before, period - by anyone, ambulatory or otherwise.
I've learned so much from you.
My missed connection: The back of my Wendy's tray with your fucking face.