Well if I had known that their parent was on the bus I would've gone over to them and had an angry word... If they were alone however I would probably just react in a similar way. I hate kids -.-
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Holy shit, that's close to me. I'm usually confrontational with people that piss me off, and kids usually know their place and know not to fuck with people older than them. I get the bus in to town 3 days of the week, and I know what you mean. Hands down their pants, spitting every 2 feet, it's funny to watch and at the same time very sad when you notice that guy is 40 years old and still dressed and acting like he's 10. I live in Droylsden, and there's a public school right next to me, so there are loads of little kids. The good thing is though that the people who live on my estate and the estates surrounding have actually grown up here and the little chav kids seem to live away from me. At 3-5pm though this area is just infested with little kids, hah.Zemmy said:Well, I live in Ardwick near the city centre. And it's practically crawling with the little scummy pig fuckers. You have to either rise above it, or show you're not to be trifled with ( like you did ) . So well done matey. You did what I would've done in your situation roughly, and it takes gaul and character to do so and not let these chav douches get away with it. They need to learn some day, might aswell be today. And in honesty, these kids all think they're gangsters and the like these days and act like they're ten men...just laugh at them and tell em to feck off, only remedy for it, especially in this bloody city
Peace out. James
I agree with what you did, and I have been in this situation before, but I couldn't pay too attention to the rest of your post after I read this line.Jasper Jeffs said:
I live in a council house. I am not one of these people. I know that you're not saying that everybody that lives in a council house is a chav, but at the same time, not all chavs live in council houses, so please remove that assumption from your day to day life.
Thank you.
First off: Who the hell says I can't hit kids? I can beat up on some little bastards if I want to. I'm just kidding, though when you fight with asshole 10 year olds, fight like a 10 year old: wedgie and a power noogie. Trust me, if he's bald, he won't fuck with you again after a power noogie.
I'd probably have done the same thing, assuming I had a bottle of water (otherwise I'd have done something else to the boy, probably just pushed him away or something). I'd definitely have thrown the girl's umbrella away too, though (it's been a really shitty weather day here in Leeds, which isn't too far from Manchester, so yeah, no umbrella would definitely be crap for her ). One thing I've learned is never to make empty threats, because that just makes you look weaker when they call your bluff. To the point that when I was arguing with my brother and he started throwing his football at my head, and I threatened to throw it over the fence, he carried on. So I actually threw it over into next-door's garden. No idea if he ever got it back (he's 18, by the way, and I'm 20 - he's really immature for his age sometimes...).
A similar thing happened to me on the train from Leeds to York a couple of weeks ago, actually. This group of loud-mouthed drunken yobs got on the train with me, and this was a really crowded train, not even any standing room whatsoever. They then proceeded to start shouting to each other at opposite ends of the carriage, swearing, and basically being idiots (these were middle-aged men and women, by the way, proper chavs). Now, thankfully it was too crowded for them to do anything to anyone, and they got off after one stop anyway. But if it had been less crowded and they'd done anything to me, I'd have retaliated (only in self-defence, of course). And I'd have stepped in if they'd been harassing anyone else who looked like they couldn't handle themselves against a bunch of drunken idiots (granted I couldn't either, but I'd at least be able to give them something of a fight at first).
The silly thing is, on the train back to Leeds that same night there was some drunken crazy guy in my carriage too, and this time the train was almost deserted. Thankfully this guy also got off after a couple of stops, and he was more the sort of 'happy drunk' that just goes around calling everyone 'mate' and trying to hug people, rather than a loud-mouthed yob. What is it about me that attracts weirdos on trains?
Actually, don't answer that...
). One thing I've learned is never to make empty threats, because that just makes you look weaker when they call your bluff. To the point that when I was arguing with my brother and he started throwing his football at my head, and I threatened to throw it over the fence, he carried on. So I actually threw it over into next-door's garden. No idea if he ever got it back (he's 18, by the way, and I'm 20 - he's really immature for his age sometimes...).A similar thing happened to me on the train from Leeds to York a couple of weeks ago, actually. This group of loud-mouthed drunken yobs got on the train with me, and this was a really crowded train, not even any standing room whatsoever. They then proceeded to start shouting to each other at opposite ends of the carriage, swearing, and basically being idiots (these were middle-aged men and women, by the way, proper chavs). Now, thankfully it was too crowded for them to do anything to anyone, and they got off after one stop anyway. But if it had been less crowded and they'd done anything to me, I'd have retaliated (only in self-defence, of course). And I'd have stepped in if they'd been harassing anyone else who looked like they couldn't handle themselves against a bunch of drunken idiots (granted I couldn't either, but I'd at least be able to give them something of a fight at first
).The silly thing is, on the train back to Leeds that same night there was some drunken crazy guy in my carriage too, and this time the train was almost deserted. Thankfully this guy also got off after a couple of stops, and he was more the sort of 'happy drunk' that just goes around calling everyone 'mate' and trying to hug people, rather than a loud-mouthed yob. What is it about me that attracts weirdos on trains?
Actually, don't answer that...
Oh god, I would have loved to be there for that. As for what I would have done I would have just ignored them completely, not even acknowledging their existence. If they started touching me as you described I would have shot them a death glare and if that didn't work then I would've just left. I do not deal with idiot people like that.
nice job. I really enjoy hearing stories of pricks getting exactly what's coming to them. You just brightened my day sir. If it happens again, I don't know that there is much you can do, except maybe to use basic psychology to verbally destroy them by attacking obvious insecurities, like thier income.
I like this idea. As a former psychology major, I could get really mean about it. The thing about the income is that they have no direct influence on it. You'd be better off targeting something like the parents drinking/drugs and stuff like that. They have no direct influence on that either, but income being low doesn't seem to be the cause of abused children as much as drinking/drugs are.spartan231490 said:
Oh god, I know what you mean there about the 40 year olds. There are guys hanging around parks here all blacked up and with pitbulls, and then you notice they all have bald spots and are just...old. I dont know about you, but if I looked like that, I wouldnt go out...rather be dead than caught with that imageJasper Jeffs said:Holy shit, that's close to me. I'm usually confrontational with people that piss me off, and kids usually know their place and know not to fuck with people older than them. I get the bus in to town 3 days of the week, and I know what you mean. Hands down their pants, spitting every 2 feet, it's funny to watch and at the same time very sad when you notice that guy is 40 years old and still dressed and acting like he's 10. I live in Droylsden, and there's a public school right next to me, so there are loads of little kids. The good thing is though that the people who live on my estate and the estates surrounding have actually grown up here and the little chav kids seem to live away from me. At 3-5pm though this area is just infested with little kids, hah.Zemmy said:Well, I live in Ardwick near the city centre. And it's practically crawling with the little scummy pig fuckers. You have to either rise above it, or show you're not to be trifled with ( like you did ) . So well done matey. You did what I would've done in your situation roughly, and it takes gaul and character to do so and not let these chav douches get away with it. They need to learn some day, might aswell be today. And in honesty, these kids all think they're gangsters and the like these days and act like they're ten men...just laugh at them and tell em to feck off, only remedy for it, especially in this bloody city
Peace out. James
Oh, and I like Droylsden, My old girlfriend used to live there and I always rated it a significantly better area than my own. But nontheless, it still has the same problems 
at the point the kida acted gay I might have reacted in the same way to scare them of or I would have smashe the kids face into a pole and tell them its a accident
Similar shit happened to me.
Walking to college I pass an ASDA, also known as a popular chav breeding ground. I'm what you call a non-applicable. I dress how I please, normally in black and white. So, anyway, walking to college this 13 year slag walks up to me, and splashes coke on me, and wlaks off to her mates laughing. This shit does not fly.
I have 2 choices:
1. Go home and change, and take the long way back to avoid trouble like a reasonable adult.
Or.
2. Live up to my nickname of Chainsaw and sort the little bastards out.
Suffice to say, I decided to accurately detail their entire life story, complete with rape and the fact they'll be pregnant at 16, beat the crap out of the majority of them, and left the little monsters bawling like children. Because thats what they are.
Children.
I think chavs are a good reason to bring back beatings in schools.
But, just for Chav scum mind you.
Walking to college I pass an ASDA, also known as a popular chav breeding ground. I'm what you call a non-applicable. I dress how I please, normally in black and white. So, anyway, walking to college this 13 year slag walks up to me, and splashes coke on me, and wlaks off to her mates laughing. This shit does not fly.
I have 2 choices:
1. Go home and change, and take the long way back to avoid trouble like a reasonable adult.
Or.
2. Live up to my nickname of Chainsaw and sort the little bastards out.
Suffice to say, I decided to accurately detail their entire life story, complete with rape and the fact they'll be pregnant at 16, beat the crap out of the majority of them, and left the little monsters bawling like children. Because thats what they are.
Children.
I think chavs are a good reason to bring back beatings in schools.
But, just for Chav scum mind you.
Damn kids these days, they're getting more rebellious more quickly...
I honestly have no idea what I would have done. I would have been stupefied. Still, lucky the mother wasn't one of those types who believes their child isn't capable of doing anything wrong, and tried to cause a fuss over it.
I honestly have no idea what I would have done. I would have been stupefied. Still, lucky the mother wasn't one of those types who believes their child isn't capable of doing anything wrong, and tried to cause a fuss over it.