I’m not sure why but I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot, lately.
I was walking alone late one night around the neighborhood I grew up in (I was 14/15 at the time) and I heard a rowdy group of guys walking down the sidewalk toward me. They sounded young, my age or so, but there were at least six of them and only one of me.
I stopped and thought for a minute. They hadn’t seen me, yet, since they were still barely around the corner. I did not want to deal with being fucked with that night; I just wanted to get to the gas station so I could buy some Skittles, or whatever.
So I pulled my hood up and stepped behind a tree... When the guys got close, I popped out... I don’t think I even said anything. But when I came out from behind that tree, they all SCREAMED. And ran away. It was honestly one of the most satisfying reactions I have ever witnessed.
I got my candy and went home.