Originally Posted by
Bostondevil
I don't get into fights, I break them up.
Another true story from the Bostondevil thinks she's a bad _ _ _ vault. I'm at karaoke with a bunch of theater friends. Our favorite karaoke bar (the late, great Sports Depot in Waltham), had karaoke on one side of the bar and pool rooms on the other. We theater karaoke types usually shut the place down but one night I'm heading out early and as I step between two 20 somethings (who have come from the pool rooms) to leave, I can tell that words are being exchanged. I come to a dead stop between them. I look from one to the other and decide on the spot who is the drunkest and/or biggest hothead then turn to the other. By then I have noticed each has a wing man. I say to the less drunk of the two, "Are y'all looking to spend the night in lock up?", thinking that a mom with a Southern accent in a Boston area bar might get some cover. More words are exchanged over my head. I go to the wing man of the less drunk one while shaking my head indicating that he is supposed to say no, "Hey, he gets himself arrested are you going to bail him out?" "No." I turn back to the less drunk one, "Do you really want to get arrested tonight?" "No." "Then walk away. I'm going to stand here until you walk away. And you, wing man, it's your job to make sure he doesn't come back cause I'm not staying much longer." Then I turn to the drunker one and I say, "I have had to bail my own son out one too many times. If your mother was going to be the one bailing you out, I decided to save her the trouble, one mom to another." And then I look over at my male theater buddy who has watched this whole encounter and I feel terrible. He knew something was up and he has this, oh geez, what has Bostondevil done this time and am I going to have to go rescue her look on his face. What a great dude. I had my own, very reluctant, wing man and I didn't even know it. I said, "No worries, problem over. Sorry about that." Then I left. Reports from my theater friends, no fight happened that night. (I have never had to bail any of my sons out of jail. White lies.)