i was once walking through dublin, about half eleven in the morning, through a tunnel of sorts, room for single file only. there's this old woman in front of me pushing a baby in a pram/buggy, don't know what it is in america. she's walking really slowly and some guy behind me is pushing me telling me to hurry up. his friend said nothing, but looked equally impatient. i keep saying i can't and he doesn't stop, so i turn around to tell him to get lost. as soon as i turn around, i get a fist in the face! and another one. so my friends, a guy, and two girls, one of which fears nothing and could beat the c**p out of alot of guys tries to put a stop to it. so i look up and find seven or so more guys coming towards us, looking to break this up, but they think my friends and i were the aggressors, and these guys for some reason have sticks and the likes! anyway, my tough (but friendly and hot) friend and the guy eventually get the seven or so to leave as the other holds me back (my logic in these situations is not to fight or harm, but to incapacitate the agressor to avoid injury). i can't remember the rest, but i took four full force blows to the face, i had braces, which cut the insides of my cheeks. not a fun morning!