Vanessa, who had decided to come with me to keep me out of trouble, helped me edge my way up the taxi line, "are you going to Tuggeranong? Are you going to..." until one particularly ugly customer snarled "NO! GETTHEBACKA D"LION!" I briefly tried explaining that the only effects of me sharing a taxi with someone was that me and the other passengers would have a lower fare, and would not, in fact, get him there any slower, or indeed affect him at all. Unfortunatley, being even drunker than he was, the speech I actually managed to produce was something along the lines of "IYASTUPIDCUNTFUCKERHOWFUCKINGRETARDEDAR
"Y'know, I reckon I could hit him from here." I mused, indicating a 20cent coin. "No, Claire. Claire? No." said Vanessa firmly and turned back to her conversation. "Nah, I can totally take him." I asserted confidentally , aimed, and PING! smack-bang on the back of the skull. Beautiful shot. I saw a brief vision of outrage, arms waving around wildly and a yell akin to that of a foul-mouthed wookie before i turned around to hide my smirk, and did a little jig of unholy glee.
After my antagonist was safely in his hard earned taxi, I got a tap on the shoulder. "I believe this is yours?" politely questioned a young man. My eyes widened, unprepared for a potentially ugly change in atmosphere. He laughed, said "Don't worry, the guy was a dick. And it was a good shot." He returned my coin and resumed his place in line.
God damn right it was a good shot.