last night, while returning from a funeral, I met someone I do not want to know

You ever had someone rub you the wrong way, not for any real reason, but you took an instant dislike to them?
I had been out of town and at the barbeque of someone I knew from the military and was preparing to drive home, so I stopped at a diner for coffee

This idiot, who drove up in an Audi, got out with another guy and some blond chick. All I heard about during the first 15 minutes of his visit was how he was such a great MMA fighter, how he grew up sitting around a dinner table with one chicken and a beer for 20 people, how he was such a good athlete he did not have to be smart, and how he was so smart he did not go into the service like those other suckers he knows.

Down the counter from me was a Police Officer. At that last comment I physically bristled. When I looked over at him I could see he was also offended. I got up to confront the idiot when I saw the waitress bringing his food over. I stoped her and told her I would give her $40 to take the food over for her. She smiled and handed it over.

Taking the food to his table, I placed it in the middle, telling him that, out of respect to the Police Officer, I would not drag him outside and beat his ass for disrespecting those who have served or given their life for their country, but I would suggest he eat. If his mouth was full, the rest of us could enjoy our food better.
He looked at the Officer, then at me, and stood up.

He said, loudly, he would mop the floor with me, but he would not be allowed to fight professionally if he did, then he turned to the Officer and said, ever louder, "Did you hear this guy threaten me?"

With a big smile, the Officer said "Nope, lost some hearing when a roadside bomb hit my convoy. I do hear you causing a disturbance and I'm tell you to keep it down. I would listen before I get a call and leave you and him alone."
Idiot sat down and started talking all kind of smack.
The Officer took me outside. He explained how he rally couldn't let me beat the shit out of the guy, and I gave him my word I would not.
He hung around while I payed for my coffee, paid the waitress, and started my motorcycle and drove off of the parking lot, around the corner, up an alley and cut the engine and coasted back in viewing range of the dinner.

I waited while the Officer went on his way, then Idiot was done eating and sitting in his booth. I knocked on the glass, gave him the finger and motioned for him to come outside.
He gave me the finger back, so I did what any red blooded American would do knowing the cameras of a dinner cover the interior, but can not see the parking lot at night.

I pissed threw the drivers window of his car and waited for him to come outside

Unfortunately, instead of coming to me, he headed to the payphone and I knew he was calling the Police. I left, but I felt very happy knowing Mr. Idiot did not have the balls to come get some