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Lately we have been using the coach to usher my friends wives out for various functions...Birthdays, girls nights out...ect. Makes it cool since no one is drinking that is trying to drive and everyone is together, they feel safer getting to and from, not getting bothered in the parking lot ect.. They can drink and carry on to and from..... Been working well
Last night was a birthday party for my sister, they want to go to a "Paint night" and then to the Yard house in Victoria Gardens. A few of her friends, my wife, her friends, friends wives. All of them are dressed, some to the nines, others just casual, and a damn fine looking group. I have 6 in the coach on the run there. We meet up with a couple other peeps of the group at the paint place and I leave the coach there, bathroom, fridge(you can drink during the paint deal). A good buddy of mine drives me back to my house to check out my wife's vette and bullshit until everyone is done and ready to go to Yardhouse.
blabla bla
So we head back to pick up the women and head to the yardhouse. We sit as a group and enjoy a loud dinner in the party atmosphere and we get ready to leave so I walk back to get the coach and when I pull up to the front of the Yardhouse, I open the door to let the girls in. I am the only male at this point, it is pretty late and everyone else has peeled off. Some guy out of a group of 5 guys standing by the front door is walking towards the coach. I have no idea who he is. I go up the step and as I am closing the door he PULLS it out of my hand and steps up on the first step IN THE COACH, to my left forearm...I immediately size him up, he is no bigger than me, doesn't have a "normal" look about himself, something seems weird about him, and I am thinking of my options. I am standing well above him and have the advantage.
"Wrong coach bud, this AIN'T your ride" I say.
"Party bus ey? He says.
"No, bud, step down and get out of my coach"
He just looks around me slightly and says nothing. Replaying the event I think at this point I either should have forearmed him right the fuck on his ass or punched him in the center of his face with my other hand.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY COACH"
I "help" him down by just moving forward he stumbles out and slams the door on me, I go barreling out the door immediately to straight fuck him up and he turns around surprised that I appear and I push him half over a park bench sitting at the curb. His friends all turn our direction and I am thinking I didn't bring heat(this time, fuck), I am largely alone and very outnumbered.
At that point I just get in and drive off.
What douche does that shit?
Out for a fun night chaperoning some married women just wanting to have fun. My buddy(a husband to one of the women in the coach at the time) called me up when his wife got home and wanted to go back to the Yardhouse.
Brian
Last night was a birthday party for my sister, they want to go to a "Paint night" and then to the Yard house in Victoria Gardens. A few of her friends, my wife, her friends, friends wives. All of them are dressed, some to the nines, others just casual, and a damn fine looking group. I have 6 in the coach on the run there. We meet up with a couple other peeps of the group at the paint place and I leave the coach there, bathroom, fridge(you can drink during the paint deal). A good buddy of mine drives me back to my house to check out my wife's vette and bullshit until everyone is done and ready to go to Yardhouse.
blabla bla
So we head back to pick up the women and head to the yardhouse. We sit as a group and enjoy a loud dinner in the party atmosphere and we get ready to leave so I walk back to get the coach and when I pull up to the front of the Yardhouse, I open the door to let the girls in. I am the only male at this point, it is pretty late and everyone else has peeled off. Some guy out of a group of 5 guys standing by the front door is walking towards the coach. I have no idea who he is. I go up the step and as I am closing the door he PULLS it out of my hand and steps up on the first step IN THE COACH, to my left forearm...I immediately size him up, he is no bigger than me, doesn't have a "normal" look about himself, something seems weird about him, and I am thinking of my options. I am standing well above him and have the advantage.
"Wrong coach bud, this AIN'T your ride" I say.
"Party bus ey? He says.
"No, bud, step down and get out of my coach"
He just looks around me slightly and says nothing. Replaying the event I think at this point I either should have forearmed him right the fuck on his ass or punched him in the center of his face with my other hand.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY COACH"
I "help" him down by just moving forward he stumbles out and slams the door on me, I go barreling out the door immediately to straight fuck him up and he turns around surprised that I appear and I push him half over a park bench sitting at the curb. His friends all turn our direction and I am thinking I didn't bring heat(this time, fuck), I am largely alone and very outnumbered.
At that point I just get in and drive off.
What douche does that shit?
Out for a fun night chaperoning some married women just wanting to have fun. My buddy(a husband to one of the women in the coach at the time) called me up when his wife got home and wanted to go back to the Yardhouse.
Brian