Lethal chocolate

I took my Daughter to the local shop the other night; we were late putting the lottery on. I parked outside and settled back to listen to a tape I had just bought whilst she went inside to chew the fat with one of the assistants she knows and perhaps do a little shopping if she remembered. There was a group of youths loitering outside, trying to get anyone who was going in the shop to buy beer and fags for them.

One of the youths who was leaning on a public waste bin had a brown bag in his hand, he took the contents (a white bag) out and dropped the brown bag on the floor, then started to eat what looked like a sandwich from the white bag. He then took the sandwich out of the white bag and dropped that on the floor, he mustn't have liked the bread because he took the contents of the sandwich, stuffed it in his mouth and dropped the bread on the floor. So now we have a brown bag, a white bag and two rounds of bread on the floor all within inches of a public waste bin.

I got out of the car and approached the youth, "excuse me, would you mind picking your rubbish up and putting it in the bin" I was polite "that's what its there for". He looked at me scornfully and said, "huh what's it got a do wiv yoo mate" I held my temper. "Do you work" I asked him, "nah, work is fer losers inn it". I held my temper "well I do, I get taxed on my wages and that goes toward paying for the street cleaners that have to pick your shit up of the floor, So save me some money and pick your litter up". He sniggered and walked away from me leaving his shit exactly where he had dropped it. I kept my temper again, "pick it up and put it in the bin now, or I will pick you up and put you in the bin"

His friends were watching all this with interest, one of them, a girl shouted, "bull im out Sasha". Sasha, for that was surely his name slapped his fingers and said "you is pickin on me cos I is black". I kept my temper yet again but put my face very close to his and said " I is pickin on you cos you is a iggorant selfish scruffy bastard, now pick your shit up and put it in the bin"

His mates were watching and he had come too far now to back down, he made a kind of lurch towards me and at the same time took something out of his pocket that was long and glinted in the light from the street lamp. I lost my temper and placed my forehead on the bridge of his nose at very great speed, Sasha was no longer a threat, he lay among the rubbish he had dropped earlier with a busted conk and goodly amounts of blood pouring from it. His friends had dissapered smartish, leaving him with just the curly whirly he had very foolishly tried to stab me with.