Have you ever really told off someone good?

Yes. I made a complete and utter fool of myself.

I was ‘telling off’ a horrible commercial landlord. I said, “Do YOU know what a slumlord is?” She said, “No, but I know what a bitch is.” I said, “Yea, you’re looking at one.”

It took me a few seconds to realize what I’d just said.

I can’t think of a specific time this happened, but I’m usually pretty good at it. Once I get worked up there’s no telling what is going to come out of my mouth.

No, sadly, this is a skill I have to learn. I’m the type of person who uses logic in conflict and if that doesn’t work then I walk away. There have been times in my life where I needed to be aggressive and I couldn’t/didn’t.

never

I’m the spokesperson for a controversial organization, and I’m also the organizer for the local copwatch program, which means I’m not in the running for best friend to the city’s police. There is one particular cop, a fat, disgusting, obnoxious, cigar-smoking prick, one of the “good ol’ boys” with a cadre of mindlessly loyal meatheads, who despises me in particular. The feeling is mutual. One day while I was walking down the street with a friend, I failed to notice that this cop and his steroid-gobbling pack of orangutans were following behind me on their bikes, looking for a reason to harass me. My friend pulled out a hip flask and took a slug, whereupon Officer Asshole pounced and had “his boys” write him a ticket, just to piss me off.

While I stood there with my arms crossed, staring at Officer Asshole, he proceeded to call me a “goddam commie” (because he’s too stupid to understand the difference between an anarchist and a communist) and a “hypocrite” (because he had once seen me wearing a suit and tie in court). Without losing my smile, I replied: “Beats being a fascist pig.”

I was gratified to find that he had no response to that. I’m sure one of these days “his boys” will catch me alone on a dark street and I’ll pay the price, but I’ll pay it gladly.

In 2002, i was given a domestic call. as i arrived, i noticed a man walking down the street. the woman had been assaulted inside their home. i noticed two small children hiding underneath a blanket in the living room. the were scared to death and shaking. the woman said her husband had just left walking down the street. he had the keys to her car and the house key. she wanted to leave to go to her mothers house with the children. i ran back to my police car and stopped her husband. i brought him back to the house. he had been drinking alcohol. he had a bad attitude and threatened to hit me. i put my finger in his face and told him, “that you either give me the keys to the car or you are going to jail”. i stated this in a not so friendly voice tone. he gave me a go to hell look and threw the keys at his wife. enough was enough. i had to wrestle him down to the floor to handcuff him. the wife followed me to nightcourt and signed assault warrants. the children were taken to their grandparents by a lady officer. some people never learn.

@john65pennington I’m a bit jealous of your story. Of course it’s terrible to hear that anyone has been in a situation like that, especially with children involved. But that has to be the biggest f-you possible.

Neffie, he laughed in my face, but i had the last laugh when they sentenced him to 45 days in the workhouse. they are now divorced.

A cop swinging his dick around and then acting morally superior for using his badge to get revenge on someone who mouthed off at him. Sounds about right.