What do you do when:
Scenario #1, 2 days ago: While lifting weights at the Anchorage West Alaska Club, some late teen or early-20-something guy is doing some sort of weird calisthenic routine with his 40-something friend/mentor. Some sort of weird run-in-place then do five pushups then hit yourself twice in the stomach then do a couple of burpees type of thing. All the while, young guy is explaining in some sort of white-bread ghetto-speak grunting about how "some guy got all up in his s--- and so I dropped a bomb on his a-- and f----- him up real good and everyone there stopped their s--- talking and gave me some respect and..." on and on and on, for several minutes. It was somewhat entertaining, but there were women around, as well as other thick but otherwise harmless lifters like myself going about our routines. Whitebread is young, relatively strong and large but not excessively so, and in decent condition. Mentor is cut up pretty good but is all arms and chest.
Scenario #2, last summer: While dining at Moose's Tooth with parents (from out of town), wife, and infant son, a relatively young (late 20s / early 30s, my age), thick, muscled, crewcutted guy is talking loudly about something I don't remember, and his language is plenty colorful. Beer is on the table, but he's not had enough to drink to affect behavior (IMO). Odd that the crowd he's with are a similarly-aged mixed group, and they're not seemingly put off by the colorful language. None of the group are as physically imposing as the blue linguist. My parents are conservative old Assemblies of God folk and I know based on how quiet our table talk is that they're not really enjoying themselves.
Now I'm not quick with the spoken word so I'm not going to win a battle of wits. I'm exactly the wrong guy to do the "hey, shut up" type of confrontation, because I'm old enough that the hothead in #1 might try to pick a fight, and big/fit enough that the blue linguist in #2 might bow up and want to fight. I don't want to fight. What to do? I filed both experiences under "not worth the trouble", but they bother me, in retrospect.
Scenario #1, 2 days ago: While lifting weights at the Anchorage West Alaska Club, some late teen or early-20-something guy is doing some sort of weird calisthenic routine with his 40-something friend/mentor. Some sort of weird run-in-place then do five pushups then hit yourself twice in the stomach then do a couple of burpees type of thing. All the while, young guy is explaining in some sort of white-bread ghetto-speak grunting about how "some guy got all up in his s--- and so I dropped a bomb on his a-- and f----- him up real good and everyone there stopped their s--- talking and gave me some respect and..." on and on and on, for several minutes. It was somewhat entertaining, but there were women around, as well as other thick but otherwise harmless lifters like myself going about our routines. Whitebread is young, relatively strong and large but not excessively so, and in decent condition. Mentor is cut up pretty good but is all arms and chest.
Scenario #2, last summer: While dining at Moose's Tooth with parents (from out of town), wife, and infant son, a relatively young (late 20s / early 30s, my age), thick, muscled, crewcutted guy is talking loudly about something I don't remember, and his language is plenty colorful. Beer is on the table, but he's not had enough to drink to affect behavior (IMO). Odd that the crowd he's with are a similarly-aged mixed group, and they're not seemingly put off by the colorful language. None of the group are as physically imposing as the blue linguist. My parents are conservative old Assemblies of God folk and I know based on how quiet our table talk is that they're not really enjoying themselves.
Now I'm not quick with the spoken word so I'm not going to win a battle of wits. I'm exactly the wrong guy to do the "hey, shut up" type of confrontation, because I'm old enough that the hothead in #1 might try to pick a fight, and big/fit enough that the blue linguist in #2 might bow up and want to fight. I don't want to fight. What to do? I filed both experiences under "not worth the trouble", but they bother me, in retrospect.