I was out walking the woofer late last night; I came home up East St and three drunks staggered past me - one of whom shoves his way into my space, breathes on me and says "Gi's kiss love" far too many times.
To which I respond "No way get lost - and find some manners" while thinking about how easy it would be to damage him badly.200 meters down the road I meet another drunk who begs me to call him an ambulance so I walk him to the telephone box and get him to make his own call in the firm belief that I don't know crap about why he's calling them in the first place.
The emergency services apparently tell him not to get violent on the people he wants evicted from his apartment and we stand about chatting for a little in the cold when I find myself thinking that while people jiggle a bit when they are cold, they rarely do it entirely right handed and decide to leave.
Aaand even better - A wrecker offered me $500 for the laser - that's 1/8 of it's initial worth and with the $0.60 I found in the car I'm almost making a profit!