As I was returning to my car I was accompanied by three thugs, each one younger, bigger and stronger than myself. One guy had a six inch scar on his left cheek. Another had tattoos all over his face and the last guy had a black patch over his right eye. They were all over six feet tall and weighed more than two hundred and fifty pounds.They had me cornered up against the bank with no help in sight and with no way out. There was only one thing to do.
I coughed loudly three times.
I then said, “Which one of you punks want to be first. I’ll beat the living tar out of you and if I don’t this Covid 19 virus will.”
“Hey, where did everybody go?”