So I was around the 2 kilometer mark on my run today and I saw a few kids notice me (the fat white guy) running from about some 30 odd meters away. They basically laughed their ass off at me and I knew that I was going to have to bear a bit of heckling at their hands. As I passed them the laughs grew even louder as they got a profile view of my protruding gut and my enlarged arse.
Not two seconds later, one of them started following me nice and quietly in order to show of to his boyz as kids that age tend to do. How do I know he was following me? For this unfortunate little shit, it was about 5 pm and the sun was just beginning to dip down, but just above the mountains and I was headed due east.
The prick's shadow betrayed him. I stopped dead in my tracks, bent down and watched his face in pure and utter shock as he fell head over heals sprawling onto the sidewalk his bag and water bottle landing a couple of meters ahead of him.
His face stunned and slightly angered as
the fat gaijin had gotten the better of him, I stood up, pointed, laughed an evil little yeah-try-it-again kind of laugh, and continued my run to the sound of his friends pissing themselves laughing and screaming "Nice joke!" in approval in their broken English as I ran off around the corner checking over my shoulder with a snicker of victory on my face.
I hold no real grudge on this kid, he was just doing what boys naturally do at that age - being a little shit. All I have to say to him is this: if you're gonna mess with the bull, expect the horns.
And the moral of the story is this: Kids, never mess with a random foreigner on the streets - they probably know how to deal with little shits like you and make your friends turn against you.
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