After writing the previous post yesterday, I went downtown to walk around and enjoy the lovely river music. I had to park on the far side of South Main street. So, I made my way up Main street. I stopped in a few shops to speak to friends, and continued on my walk up to the top of north Main St. I live in a very mountainous area. There’s about a 150 metre elevation difference between the lower part of downtown and the upper part.
Anyway, I took a few shots along the way up and started back down the other side. When I reached the City Hall Plaza, I caught the glimpse of a young lady in the crowd approaching me. I knew the bow in her hair, and the blouse she was donning. I knew the walk and the fake laugh. It was my ex girlfriend downtown with another guy.
So, I panicked and slowed to a turtles pace until I could figure out what to do. “What am I going to say…What am I going to say???” I cerebrated over and over while trying not to be obvious. I sped up a wee bit but still didn’t have anything worthy to say. Something marvellous came over me, and a huge smile overtook my countenance.
Just before we met in the gang of people, she leaned over and whispered something to him. I looked straight ahead, as we passed one another. A huge burst of laughter spilled out of my mouth. I couldn’t restrain it. I stopped to catch my breath, and her boyfriend (I reckon) spun around and gave me that South Carolina go to hell look. I smiled and muttered, "Ah, fair play to ya".
She proceeded to pull out her lipstick and smile. I can only guess she was hoping to see a fight. Given her demeanor and the time we spent together, she would’ve loved for two men to fight over her. What woman wouldn’t? 
"What the hell is that supposed to mean", he demanded with nostrils flared.
The strange thing was that I wasn’t mad nor scared. Of course, he was small boned like me but about six inches shorter.
Laughingly, I yanked a cigar out of my shirt pocket, tore the wrapping off of it, and proceeded to light it up in front of him. Then, I said, "What I meant was better you than me, pal".
He turned around and muttered something like, "I aught to kick his ass".
She grabbed him by the hand and they continued walking.
People were whispering and snickering throughout the plaza. It was a grand end to a rotten day. How was your day?
P.S.: I know that I wasn’t going to post so many personal stories in the future, but I just had to post this one due to the humour of the situation. I’m quite proud of myself. I could have decked him without ever uttering a word. But, she would have liked that.
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Jefferson Shane Davis!! . .you smoked a cigar! And putting lipstick on in public is such a no-no! But seriously, I find men fighting at the best of times primitive. Best to smile and bid a dignified retreat. Bit sad that she’s still wearing the same bow and blouse tho! Hehehe . . .and you wouldn’t have decked him any more than you’d knock the skin off a rice pudding! Can you tell I’m not a fan of tough guys? Nice river shot by the way, I’m still struggling with night shots!
I have to say, I’m not a fan of tough guys either. Much prefer the dignified walk away response, you always come out much better.
Baino, I did!
My stepdad had just given me some Romeo Juliette’s a few days ago, so I felt it was time to light one up! Perfect timing!!! 
I’m all about peace and harmony, but if I get mad enough, my eyes roll back in my head and I pound the living hell out of whoever the unlucky sod is like in the Forest Gump movie. 
Put your Canon in Program mode and turn up the ISO setting to 800 or 1600. That way you won’t have to hold the camera still for long. However, the higher you set the ISO, the more noise you’ll get.
Annie, welcome and thank you for the lovely comment. Baino can tell you that I’m a well mannered dignified gentleman most of the time.
If you tried to fit any more Bruce Willis/A-Team/ cliches in there you have Die Hard 5: Die Even Harder.
And remember to put carbonising vision in next time.
Dario, don’t be bustin’ on Willis. He’s da man.
“Die Even Harder” Brilliant!!!
“Bruce Willis as Jefferson Davis in “”The Clicker”". He runs about town snapping pictures of beautiful women and starting fights. Who will be his next victim? Only time and Canon will tell!”
Dude, I’m seriously going to have to teach you how to deal with this sort of scenario Irish style. Men over here respond better to: ‘You startin’?’ or ‘Can yer mammy stitch?’ or ‘D’ya like hospital food?’. We’re not a very subtle race. Cigars are right out;)
@K8 LOL… I love, “D’ya like hospital food?”!
You know it is hilarious that I almost blurted out, “Bobs your Uncle” thanks to some lady saying it over and over. 
That has been my favourite silence breaker, since I returned. Conversation goes mute, “Well Bob’s your Uncle”. Everyone usually burst out laughing. 
Everyone has an uncle Bob!! It’s funny ‘cos it’s true. I’ve grown out of that phrase now, I hope you haven’t reminded my subconscious to start it up again!!! Arrrrgh no!
K8, Bob’s your Uncle!!!
Hello. And Bye.