So I'm waiting in line at Taco Bell, right? Right after school got out so it's full of teenagers. Register opens up and this kid shoves past me and starts walking to it. So I say, "Dude, I'm next."
This kid is maybe 13 at best. Looks like his mom dressed him as a gangsta for Halloween. Fubu shirt, gold chains, giant pants, baseball cap with the brim flat and all the stickers and shit still on it. He gets as up in my face as he can get before hitting puberty and says, voice squeaky and cracking, "You say something to me, bitch? You wanna step up?"
So I started laughing. Like, full-blown uncontrollable laughter.
Then the kid gets all mad and says, "You best check yourself or I make you my bitch." except his voice cracked when he said "bitch" so I started laughing harder. Like, tears in my eyes laughing.
He does that whole "hold me back" thing, then realizes his friends are also laughing, along with the other people in line, the table full of high school girls and the Taco Bell employees. So he takes a swing at me and hits me right in the shoulder, which made me start laughing so hard I had to steady myself on the wall, and made the room start laughing so much louder you'd think someone just got hit in the nuts.
So he ran away. Just up and ran.
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