Taunting, in some fashion, happen's everyday to people in real life.
Arachaic people walking around everywhere at any given time. It could be from a controlling person in your life or just a common run in on the street. People at work may qualify also
Teasing and fooling around like on IW is always done in a loving fashion I am not writing about that but real life encounters that you have, had, or may have.
First, all I can't stress enough of the importance of not being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just a quick thought about your surroundings and don't put yourself there. Take cab money with you always and tell someone where your going at least. This will reduce your taunt factor in half most case's. (Ok,ok, end of lecture 102 again.) I was sitting on the transit rail today going home from work during rush hour, very busy , people in and out of the car. Half way home a very unplesant man sat at an adjoining seat, at a 90 degree angle, and started being very loud. I was listening to my walkman minding my own b and that's when the taunting started.
Smelling like a brewery, he started the hand signal rapping singing combo thingy. He yelled out the following;" I hate white crackers, where's my job, something I couldn't understand, F******* kill them all"."
Everyone in the car most likely sighed under their breath and kept reading or looking away hoping he wouldn't taunt them. I didn't move and stared him down acting like I couldn't hear his bs even when he asked me if I could hear him, I signaled to my ear phones. He continued his antics and told the ladie behind me she had nice lips.
Then yelling "Kill white mf's all of them hatever, whatever started to concern me a bit because distance wise mybe 3ft at best.
My stop is 5 minutes away, my wife is not with me and I will stay squatted. I noticed that he was about 6ft, 185 lbs, black, had a scar on his hand and dentally deprived. Really worn generic running shoes and worker's type blue jeans and t- shirt. Must have inherited the jeans because they didn't fit that well.
4 minutes until my stop and I'm seeing and hearing it all in this rap going on while still complimenting the black ladies directly behind me. Nasty, nasty crap I do not care for. I can HEAR all of this while my Sade is full volume btw. All of a sudden "hey white boy".. I ignore... "HEY WHITE BOY"! That was it, I couldn't go 4 minutes without getting a shot or two in. I suddenly turned my middle finger up, the flying fickle finger of fate, right in front of his face. "■■■■ You!" The car went dead still and so did this jerk for a half a second.
"Whaa.. you want a piece of me, hit me, hit me!.
Now what I wanted to do and what I did in this taunting episode are 2 different things at this point. What I did was get up walk past the dirtbag staring him down and then said "Phhew.. I am not wasting my time with you." (might have been some clapping, don't know) Walked out the door to an enraged drunken bum, who most likely has the transit police waiting for him at the next and last stop on the line.
What I wanted to do. I wanted to grab his shirt and help him up to the stainless steel hand bar until he could hold on properly.. he seemed like it would take a couple lessons to learn this off-hand
Anyone else want to join in this taunting rant-?