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PENSIONER TAKES MUGGER IN HAND
© 2014 Robbie Webb
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It was a warm summer’s day and Harry was taking a stroll through the park when a thug grabbed hold of him. Before the old man realized what was happening, the thug had taken his wallet. Most pensioners would sensibly put their safety first and just let the waste of space have the wallet. Most pensioners would realize it would be the right thing not to put up a struggle; your life’s far more important than your wallet. But Harry wasn’t like most pensioners. Quick as a flash he grabbed hold of the scumbag’s wrist and kept a firm grip on it. This was all about principles and not being intimidated by pondlife.
The thug didn’t expect the old man to grab hold of him like that.
“Come on, granddad. Don’t be stupid.”
“Give me back that wallet now, you piece of fucking shit!”
“Yeah. Right. And what are you going to do if I don’t, granddad? Eh? You got super powers then? Eh? You supergranddad, are you? You been hit by some magic ray or something?”
The thug had his face right up to him. The thug stunk of cider.
Harry stared him out. He still wouldn’t release his grip.
“Look, granddad. I’ll give you five seconds. Yeah? Five seconds to stop being silly. One. Two. Three. Four…”
Harry went and grabbed hold of the boy’s balls through his tracksuit bottoms.
“Oh, granddad. That is well sly, that is.”
“One move and I’ll rip your fucking bollocks off.”
The boy laughed.
Harry gave him a nasty stare.
“You think I’ve not got it in me, eh?”
The pensioner tightened his grip on the boy’s balls.