Hot Dogs and Baseball Bats

While running errands for the bride, I happened upon an older man being beaten by two women, one with an aluminum baseball bat. He was on the ground, being stomped, kicked and savaged by both la femme fatale.

The man left his dog locked in his truck (a no-no in hot weather,) and went into the store and the two women, saw the dog, decided to waited for him to return. Once there, they ambushed him and the beating commenced.

I drove up at that moment and decided to intervene.

The older woman took a swing at me with the bat after I yelled at her to stop. I stepped inside the swing and took the brunt of the strike with my right shoulder and forearm.
I then smacked her in the nose, causing blood to gush all over the place and knocking her on her butt.

She hit the asphalt and let go of the baseball ball. The aluminum bat rang out as it bounced across the parking lot.

Before I realize it, another guy comes rushing to the aid of the woman with the bat. And now, he wants to fight.

Luckily he backed down when I flicked open my lock-blade knife. Then I stood near the beaten man as the two women hustled off to their car and drove off.

I have a couple of rules about situations like this: First, two wrongs don’t make a right and secondly; if a woman picks a fight with a man, she should expect to the man to fight like a man.