So tonight David and I went to see “stranger than fiction” which would be an apt to way describe our night.
The night starts with our spur of the moment decision to go see Borat. We check the times and see that we’ve got to boot it out of the house to make it. We run to the bus stop only to get on the wrong bus, we get off after asking the bus driver where we were going. When we check the times we discover the bus we need will be showing up as Borat starts. So we start walking in the direction of the theatre and hail a cab. Our cab driver turns out to be nuts, swerving in and out of traffic and speeding like a madman. We arrive only to be dropped off at the wrong end of the plaza. We boot it over to the theatre only to discover that Borat has sold out.
Making another spur of the moment decision we decide to see Stranger Than Fiction, which I enjoyed, you know I thought it was a nice drama that let Will Ferrel show some more range of emotion than his usual over the topness.
Anyway we get out of the theatre and walk over to the bus stop. David is telling me about his theory of critiquing and what he liked and didn’t like about the movie. Then as we’re waiting for the bus this idiot 16 year old kid, clearly drunk, comes up and just stands beside us. David turns to him and asks what he wants, and the kid says, “to fight you two”. David says he doesn’t want a fight but the kid starts getting in our faces so we walk into the shelter and close the door on the drunken fool. This kid walks over to the other door and comes in, David walks back out onto the platform, but I just kind of stand in his way and ask him, “Why are you doing this?”. He gets right up into my face nose to nose, calls me some names, spits at my feet. The whole time I’m telling him I don’t want to fight him.
Eventually Dave and I walk away, but this guy starts following us while one of his friends, (his buddies have now walked over) starts yelling at the one guy who didn’t just look away, but said something. Now the first idiot is starting to shove Dave, so, not being a fighter, and thinking that all this is just going to get worse. I call the police.
While I’m on the phone with the police, fool # 1 shows up and starts getting in my face, asking me who I’m talking to, and starts grabbing at my hand. I ask him if he wants to talk to them, as he’s been grabbing at the hand with the cell phone and he takes it from me. He hangs up on the cops, who are now on their way. Getting his buddies he starts to try and pick the fight again, I tell him to give me back my cell phone and that the cops are on the way. He finally clues in to the fact that I had called the police, so he and his buddies start walking away. I ask for my cell phone, than block his way. He grabs me, puts me in a head lock, I get out. And he walks off, I follow them, and finally he tosses my cell phone up in the air. I caught it, or else that would have been it for the third cell phone on this plan.
The police show up and we talk to them, they go after the guys while we wait in the station. Eventually a second officer shows up and asks us if we want to press charges. I was kind of caught in a bit of dilemma, these guys are young, and I figure that this could wreck their lives. At the same time I’m mad that all this happened. Eventually we find out that they’re being given a ticket for being drunk in public and that the police will be driving them home and talking to their parents. Figuring that that was lesson enough I thought it best to leave it at that. As we drove away we saw them further along in the parking lot, handcuffed and being reamed out by the first police officer to show up. We get back to the house and tell Kevin our housemate about it. He shows us some self defense stuff, and than suggests we pray about it. So we did, asking God to work through this whole thing for them.

As usually happens I’m getting the post situation anger. I’m mad that this all happened, and I can’t stand idiots, I would have loved nothing more than to deck the guy and between Dave and myself we could have given him a lesson. I guess that’s something God’s going to have to work out in me. While I’m thinking about it I guess this relates to my last post. What situation are these kids in that they’re willing to get drunk and pick fights with strangers? How sad are they that this is something they want to do on a friday night? When we prayed I asked God to work in the families and the brokenness that these kids have obviously experienced. I hope he does.