Have you ever found yourself in a very dangerous situation suddenly easily solved by someone else?

Two days ago, I was picking up my lunch at McDonald's. It was rush hour, so I'm just searching for a

free seat, and I found one near to a huge guy, suit dressed. He was not fed, just huge. So I'm eating,

and just looking absently at people in the room, thinking about my job,

my life, and banging, of course. I saw the usual folks you'd expect to find that a fast food,

suits, moms, and kids, guys, and the omnipresent D-bag. Hat, tank top, overdeveloped biceps,

tattoos, absurd tan, you know, the Jersey Shore kind of stereotype.

The D-Bag was with his female trophy.

Great body, but her face was ugly as a kick in the mouth.

Jesus Christ, I can't find words to say how she was ugly.

She reminded me a Picasso.

So I continue looking around while eating, and I may have crossed my look with the D-bag and his trophy a couple of times for nanoseconds.

The giant rose, and while he was picking his tray, the D-bag yelled at me, what are you looking at? I was like, uh, me?

The D-bag stood up and yelled at me again. What the frick are you looking at? Suddenly, the giant, with a tray in one hand, turns around to see what's happening and approaches the D-bag,

puts one hand on his chest and slams him back into his seat, then points a finger at him and says,

Shut the frick up, idiot.

The giant takes a quick look at the girl, turns back to me and says,

Yeah man, what are you looking at here? Just a fake chest, nothing more. Another quick,

angry look at the D-bag, then the giant proceeds to the trash can with his tray. The D-bag grabs

his mortified girl and quickly rushes to the door, and I'm still at the table with a coke in my hand,

and the WTF look unchanged.

Don't know exactly how that happened.

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