I just read a question about verbal abuse that reminded me of a really funny story.
Well when I was young, guys would try to hit on me by shouting verbally abusive language and sometimes they would be nice at first. But as time went on they thought me a snob for not stopping to talk to total strangers. I grew up in the Bronx. You just learn to keep walking. Well I had to always pass a handball court. One day this one particular guy started being nice and simply wanted to know my name. Then as I kept going he told me I was a stuck up c__t and an ugly bitch. Some of the guys around him where telling him to stop. I stopped and told him if he wanted to know my name all he had to do was asks my brothers.
He sarcastically asked who where my brothers and I pointed out that they where playing with him. He turned white as a sheet as he realized all 3 of my brothers where around him plus their best friends. He begged for forgiveness as I walk away laughing.
Didn’t see him for a long while after that and when he did return to the courts I would hear him whisper to other guys to not say anything to me.
So what is your story?