When was the last time (if ever) you got into a physical fight and how did it go?

When I was 10 years old I got into a fist fight on the playground with a girlfriend. I don’t recall why, but we were going at it pretty good. A teacher came out and stopped it. We were both crying, so I guess it was a draw.

Never been in a physical fight. I hope it doesn’t happen.

I hadn’t been in a physical fight for 40 years, so that was the last thing on my mind when I drove up to my house and found someone parked, blocking my driveway. His drivers seat was leaned back a bit as I passed by.
I parked my car down the block, and walked up to the car, now seeing there was a woman seated next to him. I tapped on the window, and very quietly and calmly asked “Sir, could you move your car? You are parked in my driveway.”
The response I got was “Fuck you, I’m parked in the street!”
“Sir” I calmly said, “You are blocking my driveway.”
“Fuck off!”
I leaned down a bit to repeat my request, when his passenger said “Hey, why don’t you go back inside and have another cocktail?”
I looked at her and said “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” She went nuclear. The driver knew he had to get out of the car and challenge me, and I was a good 4” taller than he (and probably 10 years older). He then did something odd: he pulled up his zipper. He opened the car door, and began getting out of the car. Just reacting, and without planning, I rushed the car door, slamming it twice into his chest. At this point, his chest hurts and he is having trouble breathing, so I figure we are even.
I yelled at him hard to get back in the car and move it. He did so, and said he was calling the cops.
A policeman was there within 3 minutes, with me still at the drivers door.
I told the policeman I didn’t like having strangers parked in my driveway while they were getting blowjobs, and the driver came unglued. The policeman asked me to wait in the house, which I did. He then told the driver to leave, and not come back. He came to my house, and asked me not to put myself in that position again, but agreed that he would do the same thing I had.
As I said, I hadn’t been in a fight in 40 years, but I had an odd rush of adrenaline.

@filmfann <—I want you on my team, dude.

Freshman year in high school. Some dude started picking on me at the top of a stairwell. Poking me with a pencil, taunting, wouldn’t let me pass. I snapped, grabbed the pencil out of his hand, and tossed him down the stairs.

I felt horrible, but nobody bothered me again after that.

@cookieman Good for you man!

It was an epic battle between me, the front door key & the keyhole, that fucker just refuses to stay still when you’re drunk. I won in the end, but fuck…was it a struggle.

@ucme Been there done that. Won some lost some. That’s it quite a battle. LOL

@Self_Consuming_Cannibal It’s like you end up tapping out morse code on the fucking door with the key, “SOS…Shut Out Sap!”

A bully whooped me in 6th grade. That’s the last time i got into a physical fight.

It was a long time ago, and there were baking pine boughs and a rotten pear involved. In the end, we needed reinforcements and our uninvited guest left. Should I mention that the reinforcements were all gay men? Well, the uninvited guest was gay, too. Truth, justice and the American Way prevailed in the end.

@ucme Oh how true! Those damn keyholes only jump around when you’re intoxicated.