Well it never occured to me that *that* was the reason they left me alone.
I had forgotten until now (crowd groans - Chris has another memory, is
going to tell another story) the time I was walking past a dorm at a small
technical trade school in the northeast, when a firecracker exploded a few
feet from me.
This annoyed me. I marched into the frat, up the stairs about three or four
flights, into the room where the 'cracker came from (how I knew all this escapes me,
I never was in that frat before). I grabbed the 'cracker thrower by the neck and told
him I was displeased, and he apologized. His several buddies had parted like the red
sea to allow me to greet him.
I marched back down the stairs, and heard
"Who the hell was *that*?" followed by nervous laughter.
I was wearing my rugby jacket the whole time. That must've been
the reason it all worked out so nicely.
There is no MA for fighting Frat boys, it's called common sense. You throw
a can of beer into there face and tease them with it you'll have them drinking
out of your hand in no time.