Bully, bully

Guess if I bully a bully, that makes me a bully too.

If he had used one of the 16 available gas pumps instead of calling the woman an ‘idiot’ and ‘brain-damaged’ because she didn’t pull forward, I wouldn’t have bullied the bully, calling him “a little man in a large body with a big mouth.”

It took a minute or so, but he drove to an open pump. I saw that the woman was glaring at me.

“I don’t need you to defend me!” she huffed.

“I wasn’t defending you,” I answered, “I was putting a bully in his place.”