Current Events > Met an old bully from HS at the gunshop the other day.

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Went in to pick up my holster that I had bought with my new carry gun about a month back. As I was signing to confirm the pickup I noticed some dude arguing with the clerk about the waiting periods my state has on semiautos. I wasn't paying too much attention until he turned enough so that I could see his face, and it was like I time traveled. Same haircut, same eyebrow notch, voice pitch, everything. However I forgot how short he was; he only reached up to my chest. And God, he got fat. Like, I'm chunky, but I'm tall so it spreads out better, but this dude legit changed shape whenever he walked.

It was 2008 all over again. Cargo shorts, size too small Tapout shirt, backwards hat, everything as if he was frozen in time after graduation and thawed out the day before. Then, he spotted me.

Fuck, here we go. I say he was a bully in the sense that he tried to pick on everyone. I remember he, himself, named himself pitbull, because he took phys ed every year and joined the football team. He was built like a brick shithouse in body and mind.

So he hobbles over to me. Literally he's tilting side to side to move. The two brain cells he had left and the neuron floating around between collided and his face lights up, smile from ear to ear. Which was admittedly adorable, but in a chubby baby kind of way.

"Oh wassup Mike, damn been like 10 years or some shit!," he bellowed, as obnoxious as a dudebro can. He started talking, trying to give me the same drag he was giving the clerk, who I had noticed immediately dipped out leaving me alone with tons of fun.

I say hi, trying to pretend I didn't know him, but at this point it hardly mattered. We talk for a bit, me holding my holster and mags all awkward in my hands since there was also a plastic bag ban and I forgot my reusable at home. I'd say about 10 minutes pass by and I still hadn't spoken a word other than hi, and went full maga playbook. Finally, after like 15 minutes he stopped, simply because he was out of breath. Came up with some lie that I had to get going, so we shook hands, wiped the sweat off on my pant leg after he waddled out, and reflected on how much can change in a little over 10 years for someone.

You guys ever get a blast from the past, or meet an old bully? What was it like?

Thats was crazy!

Malcrasternus posted...

You guys ever get a blast from the past, or meet an old bully? What was it like?

Just once. Strangely it was also at a gun shop!

Went in to pick up my holster that I had bought with my new carry gun about a month back. As I was signing to confirm the pickup I noticed some dude arguing with the clerk about the waiting periods my state has on semiautos. I wasn't paying too much attention until he turned enough so that I could see his face, and it was like I time traveled. Same haircut, same eyebrow notch, voice pitch, everything. However I forgot how short he was; he only reached up to my chest. And God, he got fat. Like, I'm chunky, but I'm tall so it spreads out better, but this dude legit changed shape whenever he walked.

It was 2008 all over again. Cargo shorts, size too small Tapout shirt, backwards hat, everything as if he was frozen in time after graduation and thawed out the day before. Then, he spotted me.

Fuck, here we go. I say he was a bully in the sense that he tried to pick on everyone. I remember he, himself, named himself pitbull, because he took phys ed every year and joined the football team. He was built like a brick shithouse in body and mind.

So he hobbles over to me. Literally he's tilting side to side to move. The two brain cells he had left and the neuron floating around between collided and his face lights up, smile from ear to ear. Which was admittedly adorable, but in a chubby baby kind of way.

"Oh wassup Mike, damn been like 10 years or some shit!," he bellowed, as obnoxious as a dudebro can. He started talking, trying to give me the same drag he was giving the clerk, who I had noticed immediately dipped out leaving me alone with tons of fun.

I say hi, trying to pretend I didn't know him, but at this point it hardly mattered. We talk for a bit, me holding my holster and mags all awkward in my hands since there was also a plastic bag ban and I forgot my reusable at home. I'd say about 10 minutes pass by and I still hadn't spoken a word other than hi, and went full maga playbook. Finally, after like 15 minutes he stopped, simply because he was out of breath. Came up with some lie that I had to get going, so we shook hands, wiped the sweat off on my pant leg after he waddled out, and reflected on how much can change in a little over 10 years for someone.

Yeah, actually. Went in to pick up my holster that I had bought with my new carry gun about a month back. As I was signing to confirm the pickup I noticed some dude arguing with the clerk about the waiting periods my state has on semiautos. I wasn't paying too much attention until he turned enough so that I could see his face, and it was like I time traveled. Same haircut, same eyebrow notch, voice pitch, everything. However I forgot how short he was; he only reached up to my chest. And God, he got fat. Like, I'm chunky, but I'm tall so it spreads out better, but this dude legit changed shape whenever he walked.

It was 2008 all over again. Cargo shorts, size too small Tapout shirt, backwards hat, everything as if he was frozen in time after graduation and thawed out the day before. Then, he spotted me.

Fuck, here we go. I say he was a bully in the sense that he tried to pick on everyone. I remember he, himself, named himself pitbull, because he took phys ed every year and joined the football team. He was built like a brick shithouse in body and mind.

So he hobbles over to me. Literally he's tilting side to side to move. The two brain cells he had left and the neuron floating around between collided and his face lights up, smile from ear to ear. Which was admittedly adorable, but in a chubby baby kind of way.

"Oh wassup Mike, damn been like 10 years or some shit!," he bellowed, as obnoxious as a dudebro can. He started talking, trying to give me the same drag he was giving the clerk, who I had noticed immediately dipped out leaving me alone with tons of fun.

I say hi, trying to pretend I didn't know him, but at this point it hardly mattered. We talk for a bit, me holding my holster and mags all awkward in my hands since there was also a plastic bag ban and I forgot my reusable at home. I'd say about 10 minutes pass by and I still hadn't spoken a word other than hi, and went full maga playbook. Finally, after like 15 minutes he stopped, simply because he was out of breath. Came up with some lie that I had to get going, so we shook hands, wiped the sweat off on my pant leg after he waddled out, and reflected on how much can change in a little over 10 years for someone.

You guys ever get a blast from the past, or meet an old bully? What was it like?

Malcrasternus posted...

I'd say about 10 minutes pass by and I still hadn't spoken a word other than hi, and went full maga playbook.

You went full MAGA on the guy, and he stayed and listened to you?

Holy crap, that's just like the time I went in to pick up my holster that I had bought with my new carry gun about a month back. As I was signing to confirm the pickup I noticed some dude arguing with the clerk about the waiting periods my state has on semiautos. I wasn't paying too much attention until he turned enough so that I could see his face, and it was like I time traveled. Same haircut, same eyebrow notch, voice pitch, everything. However I forgot how short he was; he only reached up to my chest. And God, he got fat. Like, I'm chunky, but I'm tall so it spreads out better, but this dude legit changed shape whenever he walked.

It was 2008 all over again. Cargo shorts, size too small Tapout shirt, backwards hat, everything as if he was frozen in time after graduation and thawed out the day before. Then, he spotted me.

Fuck, here we go. I say he was a bully in the sense that he tried to pick on everyone. I remember he, himself, named himself pitbull, because he took phys ed every year and joined the football team. He was built like a brick shithouse in body and mind.

So he hobbles over to me. Literally he's tilting side to side to move. The two brain cells he had left and the neuron floating around between collided and his face lights up, smile from ear to ear. Which was admittedly adorable, but in a chubby baby kind of way.

"Oh wassup Mike, damn been like 10 years or some shit!," he bellowed, as obnoxious as a dudebro can. He started talking, trying to give me the same drag he was giving the clerk, who I had noticed immediately dipped out leaving me alone with tons of fun.

I say hi, trying to pretend I didn't know him, but at this point it hardly mattered. We talk for a bit, me holding my holster and mags all awkward in my hands since there was also a plastic bag ban and I forgot my reusable at home. I'd say about 10 minutes pass by and I still hadn't spoken a word other than hi, and went full maga playbook. Finally, after like 15 minutes he stopped, simply because he was out of breath. Came up with some lie that I had to get going, so we shook hands, wiped the sweat off on my pant leg after he waddled out, and reflected on how much can change in a little over 10 years for someone.

Shut the fuck up

Malcrasternus posted...

Finally, after like 15 minutes he stopped, simply because he was out of breath.

Lmao

Malcrasternus posted...

Oh wassup Mike, damn been like 10 years or some shit!,"

How did you not immediately start laughing at him, especially after that line?

Malcrasternus posted...

Tapout shirt, backwards hat,

And he was the bully instead of the one constantly bullied?

Malcrasternus posted...

You guys ever get a blast from the past, or meet an old bully? What was it like?

Nope, but I moved across the country 3 years after high school.

itachi15243 posted...

How did you not immediately start laughing at him, especially after that line?

I was still trying to wrap my head around how the star jock in HS literally doubled without getting taller.

bloodyarts posted...

You went full MAGA on the guy, and he stayed and listened to you?

He went full maga. Dems this, Lets Go Brandon that. Admittedly in a gun shop the sentiment is. . . more common there, but he was a living meme, even annoying other people who I know didn't vote for Biden.

Nope, I was bullied in 7th and 8th grade, but I've never run into any of those guys since then. The 8th grade bullies, I imagine aren't doing so well. The main guy barely passed 8th grade (which is kinda sad tbh).

Did this music suddenly start playing?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-z-ENnmCkQ

YellowSUV posted...

Did this music suddenly start playing?

No, but this did when he started to leave.

https://youtu.be/u7Wk2VzdLcA

This is the most American topic Ive seen in a long time.

spikethedevil posted...

This is the most American topic Ive seen in a long time.

Just safely exercising my rights.

But he was full send muh rights.

You stood there listening to him prattle for 15 minutes? Why didnt you just walk away?

Shablagoo posted...

You stood there listening to him prattle for 15 minutes? Why didnt you just walk away?

People who where bullies tend to not be that assertive. Coming from someone who was bullied. I'm a lot more assertive now but I'm still bad about letting myself get dragged into convos I'd rather walk away from.

Fortunately at work it's easy to use work as an excuse. Oh look at the time I gotta go do this.

Haha guns!!

Tapout shirt and backwards hat is just too perfect lol

I saw TC's high school bully at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didnt want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, Oh, like youre doing now? I was taken aback, and all I could say was Huh? but he kept cutting me off and going huh? huh? huh? and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like Sir, you need to pay for those first. At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually to prevent any electrical infetterence, and then turned around and winked at me. I dont even think thats a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

I sometimes think of confronting my bullies online and depending on their response, I'd either let bygones be bygones or share the conversation online in an attempt to cancel them.

Then I figured I'm too lazy to even search for them anyway lol.

I honestly barely remember anyone from high school >_> I only talk to 2 people from HS now and they're both a year below me lol

Malcrasternus posted...

He was built like a brick shithouse in body and mind.

LMAO.

I didn't really have any bullies and I don't live near any of the towns I went to school in.

Didnt really have a bully in the traditional sense. One dude that was a dick to everyone but he really chilled out after school ended. Of course hes a cop now.

Malcrasternus posted...

You guys ever get a blast from the past, or meet an old bully? What was it like?

Once in.... I guess the Swedish equivalent of high school, i met my grade school bully.
I just told him straight up i did not wanna talk to him

That was the guy who was escorted out of school by cops in 8th grade and never came back. No idea why. But it made 9th grade much more pleasant

I was mostly bullied in middle school over in Oceanside California by those wannabe gangbangers. Moved away from there in 8th grade back to Okinawa then later moved to East Coast USA. I don't even remember their names and their faces are blurry now.

The one bully I met years again after actually apologised to me for how they were. They were much more mellowed out then, and while we never became friends the few times we bumped into another were amicable enough.

So, I forgave them. No need to hold on to the bitterness when they realised their mistakes and had improved.

Shablagoo posted...

You stood there listening to him prattle for 15 minutes? Why didnt you just walk away?

I still had stuff to do there, and it was my only day off to do it. Plus I was admittedly kind of fascinated by how much he changed, but also how much he didn't. But then he started Trumping it up and tried my best to steer out of that stuff. Thankfully by then he was clearly struggling, so I was finally able to break off and do my own thing again.