| Not as cool, but i got one for you all:
Back in the day i used to work at Subway, my High School crappy job. The owners had fled Afghanistan (i think when the Taliban took over) to the US. For some reason, he decided to open a franchise of Subway, although he was someone of importance in his own country (at least that's what he told me). Anyhow, the owner was pretty strict and certainly liked discipline; so, he was having a hard time adjusting to life in the USA.
One day this rather large black dude came into the store. He was one of the "gangsta rap" type and i had learned a long time ago just to put up with it. I was over by the lettuce and the owner was manning the cash register at the time. The "customer" decided to order like this: "Give me a motherf**king sub with some motherf**king meat..." etc. The owner was getting pissed off with the lack of respect and such. The dude wasn't trying to rob us or anything, just be a jerk.
Anyhow, the owner must have been maybe just over 5 feet tall (152 centimeters) and the swearing dude was at least 6 and a half feet (near 200 cm). The owner got so mad he took a footlong roll of white bread and smacked the dude across the face with it!
I hid, i thought we were all going to die.
But, the gangsta dude was so stunned he didn't know what to do. A short Afghanistani dude just hit him with bread! And, to top it off, the little owner started giving him a lecture on respect and discipline! All he could do was walk out of the store in shock.
__________________ Samuel
"If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.... There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded men be plunged in his deepest reveries--stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region."
Herman Melville, Moby Dick, Ch. 1. http://religiousspiritualism.wordpress.com | 
