Way back in Jr high, I was 6'1" and very skinny. A wannabe bully decided he wanted to fight me but he wasn't very convincing. He just talked and made a fool of himself. I just ignored him. Our school bus route took us way out in the country, miles from any buildings. One day on the way home, someone on the bus told him that if he'd get off at a certain place, I'd fight him there. I knew nothing about it. He jumped up and told the driver to let him off there. We watched out the windows as he threw his books on the ground and started flexing his muscles...and watching the bus drive away leaving him with at least 5 miles to walk.
