Ehhh... you know that feeling when you're facing a rotweiler trying to deliver the paper, and the dog is like, "Hey! Why don't you come over here? I DARE you."?
It was the look they gave me. A kind of smug, satisfaction, like, "hey, thug. You ain't down. What of it?" Sort of thing.
I don't know about you guys, but I've been in a few scraps before. There are fights where you just wanna prove you've got bigger huevos than the other guy, and then there are fights where you are threatened and just want to fight back. And then...there are fights where you know you could break the glass jaw off a couple of disdainful punks, and you want to, just so you can teach them a lesson.
I guess it was all well then, that I did not confront them. Thank you, everybody.