>I was walking through the mall the other day, heading to the bookstore.
>Across the way from the bookstore is a shop that sells dragon statues, warrior wall hangings, knives and swords, ect.
>As I'm browsing for my book, I can hear this guy in the knife shop talking really loudly.
>He's blathering on about his swords and skills.
>Long, Jet black hair. baggy pants and tight shirt. Dude's so pale, he could blend into a fog bank.
>I watch him from the stack in the bookstore to see what he's playing at.
>He's buying something and trying to chat up some girls a few feet outside of the door.
>They blow him off and walk away. He tried to play it off like they were skanks.
>When I check out, he's still out there trying to chat up a different group of girls who are eating at a table.
>I sit on a bench to read and watch him flail.
>He pulls a knife out of his shopping bag and tries to show it off. It's a butterfly knife.
>He starts trying to impress them by doing tricks with it.
>He's either moving slowly or flinching as he almost cuts himself.
>The girls are weirded out and obviously want him to go away.
>He starts talking about how he needs this knife to scare people away when they try and start fights with him.
>Says guys hate him for taking their GF's and try to fight him, he doesn't need to beat them up, just scare them off.
>At this point, old man to my left sets down his coffee/paper, and stand ups.
>This dude is around 60 yrs old and is wearing a VFW jacket.
>Walks over to kid and say's "Son, give me the damn balisong."
>Kid looks at him with disgust and amusement. "It's a butterfly knife, old man."
>old man takes knife out of the kids hand, flips it round at the speed of light.
>The kid is in shock. the old man isn't even looking at the blade, just staring this kid down.
>He flips the knife open and plants it in the kids palm.
>The kid screams like a bitch. The old man let go of the knife. He had just hit the kids palm with the handle.
>The kid turns red as a beet and goes to walk away. the old man grabs his shoulder.
>"Son, don't go talking ****
unless you know you can back it up, or at least look like you can."
>They walk in separate ways. Everyone who saw it is awe of this old dude.
>He sits down and mutters "Damn bitch kids, at his age I was in the navy half way across the world."
>I realize that I am sitting in the presence of the prime alpha.
>I have never respected the older generation more than I do now.