When I first ideated this concept, it was “twenty things…;” however, I am a rapid cycler. And for some serendipitous reason, they seem to find me when I am manic or hyper.
Twenty seemed an appallingly insufficient number.
Whilst these stories are true, they are also infused with my rather original demeanour and humour.
One winter’s Sunday morning, I was blowing off church and was outside training. I realised we needed something at the shop; so, I set forth. Still garbed in my training gear (complete with weight lifting gloves and Rocky Balboa hat), I set off. I prudently left my swords at home.
In the queue, I felt a sharp shove from behind, and upon turning around, spied an Asian man passing me (with plenty of room to have passed without making any contact at all). I looked him in the eyes and said, “EXCUSE ME.” A few minutes later, he passed me again and performed his dutiful shove.
My response: “your religion may teach you that women are beneath you; but, THIS woman can knock you on your ar5e; so, BACK OFF!”
Several people giggled, smiled and nodded. He backed off.
Atheist, bipolar martial artist – 1; linguine-for-brains Muslim man – 0!