So I head over to pickup my laundry, and on the way four young ruffians about twelve years of age come up and ask me for a smoke. They were some sort of Euro or muslim or gypsies on bikes. I mention that the one smoke I have is my only one. They start whining and begging, and I already know they will be trouble, and I inform them I just brought the one. I start walking on past towards the laundromat, and they start slowly following, inching closer and closer. So I put my hand in my pocket, and pull out my knife, and they start backing the fuck off. The wannabe alpha asks if he can kill my smoke. I say sure, then kill it, drop it on the ground, and step on it. He then asks if I have the time. I tell him no, you may not steal my cell phone.
Go in, grab my laundry, and think I am safe with the company of others. But no, they idiots come in the front door, and start throwing cans of soda at me, missing terribly (got my laundry all bag wet though, laundry was fine!). Then they run out the door. But there are four of them, and just one door. The first gets out fine, but the last three stooges fight over who can leave first. I ended up grabbing the last one by the collar, and yanking him back in the store and to the ground while his friends speed off on bikes, unaware I got one of their junior mafia.
I then proceeded to kick him in the fucking face until he was bleeding and the people in the store pulled me away. Then I casually grabbed my laundry, spit on him, and walked home.
Fuck anybody who isn’t me. Especially if they’re younger than me, or older than me.