DapperDon
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- Oct 4, 2006
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Nothing more Aussie Bogan than getting in a punch on at the Reject Shop.It was actually The Reject Shop believe it or not, not a supermarket.
I was in there grabbing a decorative box for a gift. I wandered in the general direction of where I needed to go, and could sort of see that one of the aisles/corners had people in it, so I approached from the other way.
Anyways, I turn the corner in to the aisle I need to go to, and here is this thong wearing (the shoe, too horrible to contemplate the alternative), fat, bogan tub of western suburb s**t stain. Standing in the aisle, trolley perpendicular to her blocking the entire aisle, talking in bogan speak to an equally fat, equally hideous bushpig. And both acting in a way that says they are completely oblivious to what they are doing - or just don't give a s**t - and its going to require a significant effort to get them to budge.
Normally I'm pretty good at controlling my physical reaction to the annoyance, but this time I wasn't - and I'm aware that this did contribute to what is to come.
Anyway, I assess the situation, sigh in annoyance, and go around the aisle and approach from the other end to get what I need - visibly irritated at the complete lack of awareness (or lack of care) demonstrated by tub-o-lard.
Two minutes later I'm standing in the queue to pay for my goods, and the queue is one of those snake-style setups. Anyways, all of a sudden I'm aware of the cottage cheese looking bovine, sneering at me from the other side of the queue.
"You got a ******* problem hero?".
Now I'm not proud of this, but as soon as I realised this haggis was actually trying to have a go at me, the red mist descended.
I can't remember my exact words, but it was something along the lines of "keep your fat ******* mouth closed you inbred pig".
She retorted with some broken bogan English drivel, to which I responded that she can go **** herself and the line allowed me to go up and buy my goods.
Turns out that the pig had a partner, an equally boganesque guy that followed me out of the store, screaming at me "what the **** did you say campaigner?".
I tried to keep walking, but told him to **** off, and the next thing he's grabbed me by the shoulder, lined me up and taken a swing at me.
Bloke was about 170cms (a tad smaller than I), so I stepped back out of reach and responded by cracking him in the face/cheek and left him slumped and bleeding against the glass wall.
Much bogan howling ensued, and I left the shopping centre.
The end.
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