punked

how did i forget to mention this? yesterday, while packing up after my duties had been attended to, some kid with a red mohawk (in the army? eh?!) sidled up to me, made crazy eyes and began screaming "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" while waggling his tongue and shaking his head.

i looked up.
"stop that."
"are you threatening me?"
"no, i want you to stop?"
"don't you want to fight me?"
"no, i want you to stop."
"take it easy, let's be friends"
"you take it easy"
"are you threatening me?"
"no, YOU'RE threatening me. that's what you're doing, with your crazy eyes and screaming in my face."

the entire time he was stuffing his face with popcorn, with kernels falling about all over the place. he then began showing off his knuckles (apparently he'd just been in a scrap) and tried to convince me of his punkness.

i try. i swear i do. i didn't complain, i didn't even identify myself as an officer. poor bastard's missing a few, i reckon.