That moment/He tells me to hit him, but I won’t

Tonight, a lad calls me an “ugly old wet wipe.” The thing is, he is telling the world because he is pointing his phone in my face and recording it all. I tell him not to be rude. He is not clever enough to realise that a bodycam is also recording him.  But he persists. “You are vile,” he says, “And I’m a nice person.” I do what I always do and ignore him. “You’re probably on minimum wage, while I earn loads.” I smile. A female appears and tells me that her friend really is a nice person and that he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. I tell her that his behaviour is exactly the reason why I won’t let him inside. She doesn’t agree and tells me that I’m being unreasonable. The lad is still filming. And then he calls me an “old cunt”, but I don’t react. “That’s why you’ll never get anyone, and you’ll die sad and lonely.” And then, he tells me to hit him. But I won’t because that’s what he wants me to do so he can edit the footage and put it on Facebook. Eventually they both walk away, and I realise that I have won, and they have lost.

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