Also, that thing about the little guy knowing Karate and thinking he was a badass kind of reminds me of another work story too.
Sometimes people would get themselves committed to the psych ward just because they didn't want to go to jail or something. Well, we had this little Puerto Rican kid come in under those types of circumstances. And he was just generally a combative punk, and was a dick to all the nurses and their helpers and things, would never take his meds and all that stuff. We would therefore get called up to make him behave, stop harassing people, take his meds, etc, on a fairly regular basis. Well, one day he decides he's not scurrrred of us, and so we had to get him into his room and he's gonna put up a fight. So, there's me and another guy I work with, and nobody else has shown up yet, so we're going to have to take this guy to his room, and he doesn't want to go.
The other guy I was with was a little slow, so when the kid started to wind up, I went to step to the side, but the other guy I was with didn't see him widing up or didn't get know what to do or whatever, but he just stood next to me in the hall, so I couldn't move away, and this guy starts his swing and I've got really nowhere to go. And it's all happening pretty quick, so I didn't have time to try to do anything other than I knew I couldn't move, so I end up getting blasted in the jaw/cheek area by this dude.
But here's the thing; he's probably like 140 soaking wet, with the muscle tone of Jiminy Cricket. So his blast to my face did pretty much nothing. And then getting punched in the face kind of jacks up your adrenalin, so then I basically took him, picked him up, and like running carried him into his room, where he got thrown on his bed and restrained with bed restraints. And from that day through the day he was discharged, he would act a dick to the other staff, but when security people showed up, he'd always just be like, "Fuck you!" and then slowly go back to his room. Because, really, how demoralizing is it to give someone your best shot, catch them clean, have them walk right through it and jack you up. I mean, I wouldn't know, but it's got to suck a big fat one.
So, yeah, I generally don't care how much training or whatever you have - there comes a point where your tiny size is just too prohibitive to give you any kind of chance against someone who's not "Glass Joe."
Sometimes people would get themselves committed to the psych ward just because they didn't want to go to jail or something. Well, we had this little Puerto Rican kid come in under those types of circumstances. And he was just generally a combative punk, and was a dick to all the nurses and their helpers and things, would never take his meds and all that stuff. We would therefore get called up to make him behave, stop harassing people, take his meds, etc, on a fairly regular basis. Well, one day he decides he's not scurrrred of us, and so we had to get him into his room and he's gonna put up a fight. So, there's me and another guy I work with, and nobody else has shown up yet, so we're going to have to take this guy to his room, and he doesn't want to go.
The other guy I was with was a little slow, so when the kid started to wind up, I went to step to the side, but the other guy I was with didn't see him widing up or didn't get know what to do or whatever, but he just stood next to me in the hall, so I couldn't move away, and this guy starts his swing and I've got really nowhere to go. And it's all happening pretty quick, so I didn't have time to try to do anything other than I knew I couldn't move, so I end up getting blasted in the jaw/cheek area by this dude.
But here's the thing; he's probably like 140 soaking wet, with the muscle tone of Jiminy Cricket. So his blast to my face did pretty much nothing. And then getting punched in the face kind of jacks up your adrenalin, so then I basically took him, picked him up, and like running carried him into his room, where he got thrown on his bed and restrained with bed restraints. And from that day through the day he was discharged, he would act a dick to the other staff, but when security people showed up, he'd always just be like, "Fuck you!" and then slowly go back to his room. Because, really, how demoralizing is it to give someone your best shot, catch them clean, have them walk right through it and jack you up. I mean, I wouldn't know, but it's got to suck a big fat one.
So, yeah, I generally don't care how much training or whatever you have - there comes a point where your tiny size is just too prohibitive to give you any kind of chance against someone who's not "Glass Joe."
