This is how things get started. Last night at LSL my wife, brother, who was visiting, and I were in the white plastic chairs watching the band. Two chairs in the row in front of us became vacant, before I knew it some guy comes in between my chair and the next chair cutting through our aisle rather than going down to the end. I guess he was afraid someone would get to those chairs before he would. He hits me in the shoulder as he steps through and then steps on my foot. His wife followed but somehow missed me. He never said a word or even looked at me. After he sat down he never turned around, if he had I don't know what I might have done, I know he ruined my time there because I all I thought about is whether I should get in this guys face.
To top it off, I hurt the foot he stepped on playing softball last Saturday and I was trying to rest it all week so I could play today. Since I play shortstop you need to have your feet in good shape. I believe if I had one more beer this situation would of turned out differently.
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