On a Personal Note: Raging grandma part II

Get assaulted once in the arena, shame on you, but to allow raging grandma to strike again, shame on me.

Get assaulted once in the arena, shame on you, but to allow raging grandma to strike again, shame on me. A while back I told you how I got assaulted in the arena by Keira’s grandmother. Had to do with the fact I advocate putting stress on kids from ages six and up to prepare them for the big times. Never to young to teach them to drop the gloves. I got whacked in the leg by this peace activist who deplores stress and violence on the ice but resorts to physical violence in the stands. That should jar your memory. I thought that after that writeup I would get a little retaliation back, but for almost a year I heard nothing and figured I was safe. Until I wander over to Tony’s Greek Grill recently, order my food then start walking over to my fellow officers seated at a table. I make eye contact with a sweet little lady and she appears to acknowledge me, so being the polite person, I say hello back and as I walk by — whack — I’m hit in the leg and all I hear is, “Remember me?”  Obviously not or I would have taken a wide berth to get to my friends. Memory came back fast however. I was impressed that she would wait this long: lull me to sleep, allow me to let my guard down before she would put the hit out and strike again. Very impressed. We briefly discussed our last meeting while I drilled into my memory facial recognition. When I got to my fellow officers at the table they asked what that was all about. I advised them nothing serious, we just have history.

 

 

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