Working my way through college as a vet assistant, one of the benefits was free room in the largest apartment above the vet hospital. Trouble was it came with a roommate. This guy was an ex-Marine, about 5’9″, and easily intimidated my 6’5″. Lazy SOB, I was constantly picking up his slack around the hospital. One time I called him on it and he storms out, OK, fine with me. This guy apparently went out and decided to go get some courage out of a bottle. After drinking a few, he comes back and starts threatening me, how tough he is, how he was in the Marines, how he could easily kill me yadda yadda. Then he takes a swing at me, trying to kill me by breaking off my nose bone and driving it into my brain. Well, due to too much alcohol, he misses and hits my upper lip. Then he steps back and pulls out two butterfly knives and starts trying to wave them around in an intimidating way. Well his grip on one was not secure and it went flying, and I knocked the other one out of his hand, delivering a couple of other blows in the process. Well, he couldn’t stick around for that and proceeded to flee the premises. I picked up the knives, went to the local cop hang-out a block away and proceeded to tell an officer what just transpired.
The cops picked him up and ran him in, but the charges didn’t amount to much and he was out on bail. Being that this fool was distantly related to my boss, he didn’t receive any repercussions at the vet hospital, and in fact shortly thereafter I was falsely accused of stealing money from the safe downstairs(like I even knew the combination :eyes:). Well, I packed my stuff and moved on, only to hear from my former boss a year later, his golden boy had been caught red-handed with his hand in the safe, been fired, and they wanted me back. Well, I had already moved on, had a place all to myself, and didn’t want to go through that kind of hassle again. I accepted his apology and politely declined his offer, but had to laugh for the rest of the day.