After me and another girl closed up at the filling station, and as I walked across the forecourt to where my car was parked, I saw a lot of young men loitering. There must have been about 15 of them. At least they weren't teens... these guys seems to be in their mid twenties. But as you know, guys always get a bit extra cocky as their in large numbers... even if they're not a real threat. I looked right at them ass I was passing. One of them shouted at me "hey Christy" which isn't my name. I replied "hey tough guy". I felt it took balls for me to keep a deep voice, while yet feeling the fear, as I said this. He then shouted at me "what did you say?". Fear shot through me and I didn't say anything back. For a second I thought he was going to come over to me! In these situations, I don't think one ever fears an actual fight, it's more a case of us fearing how much we might have to actually back down in order to not get in a fight. What I particularly don't like about this, is that throughout the whole day, the staff feel as if they have control in various way... for example when we're the ones turning on and off the pumps, and when we're the ones deciding whether we'll leave a customer in or not when the store is just about to close. But then when we've closed the store and I see those fellas hanging around, you kind of realise that they could do whatever they want and we can't do much. Don't get me wrong, I don't think they'd do any harm. But if I see one of them littering, am I going to go over and stop them... or if there's a sign sprayed on the fence the next day, am I going think it wasn't them!? What's also not particularly nice is that's then the last encounter of the day I have before I go to bed. I had also offered the girl a lift home. I can only imagine what could possibly have been shouted if she was getting into the car with me! Maybe I should have given the local police something to do!
Some places you can smoke crack cocaine right across the street from where you can't smoke it, and these guys hanging out are a sure sign the owner doesn't give out free coffee and donuts.
Yea, that response was odd. It seemed like a version of "I'm not looking for trouble" (which usually invites it).
I don't care what happens. There's a group of dudes that loiter at the truck stop I work at, and if anybody gives me any comments, they're getting a fuck you, straight up. If anybody wants to fight, then they better be ready for a bloodbath, 'cause I really don't care if I get hurt. People need to learn to shut their stupid fucking mouths.
By saying “hey tough guy” you immediately escalated the situation – you only have yourself to blame if he kicked your ass. In the future don’t say anything unless you can back it up.
Yes, because if you talk back to an asshole, he has every right to kick your ass. Words only beget violence.
I think what happened is terrible, despite anything that could have been done differently. They sound like they were misbehaving and deserved to be intervened upon...