I am angry......

I am angry! that doesnt mean I could turn violent at the flip of a coin NO.....although I've been known too in the past. I'm no sludge when it comes to defending my territory. its just when I feel anger I'm not a nice person to be around...nor am I in this negative state of mind very often. although anger is a natural emotion it normally has to be triggered by some form of other negative human behavior toward oneself. that happened to me last weekend. Let me explain......I was out socially enjoying a live band. had a lovely forefilling evening too. end of the night I made my way back to where I had parked my car just after the stroke of Mid-Night. it was a town out of my area I had visited and I took the trouble to park in an area away from the mainstream town centre mayhem. what I didnt take into account was there was a small night club just across the road partially out of sight. anyhow.....as I stroll merrily in the scented cool spring night air with the sound of the band still ringing in my ears I became aware about 200 yards ahead of me a commotion of sorts in the semi darkness. straining my eyes I couldnt quite make out what the noise was ahead only a blurred image of a group of people. as I neared it dawned on me it was where I had parked my car. about 100 yards closer I could see it was a scuffle of sorts and frenzied shouts/screams from female voices. whatever it was it was in full swing...even closer my worst fears were confirmed a group of young men were busy fighting in a drunken stupor right in front of my parked car. its one of those dreaded moments where your brain goes into over drive trying to work out the best thing to do? the fighting cocks started to fall against the front of my car...onto the bonnet..wild punching and screaming....I could hear flesh against metal and that dull thud. surely one has an automatic reaction to such a scene in front of you? do I quickly call the police? rush in to try and break it up or drag them away from my car...shout at them etc etc I continued to approach cautiously and raising my voice to get away from the car to no effect. I shout a second time louder. hardly any reaction at all. luckily two women got involved screaming to get away from the mans car. it worked. tensions lowered for a few minutes as they disentangled limbs from one another. red faced and semi staggering they began to move off across the road. relieved I took to inspecting my car in the semi darkness..wish I had a torch at this moment. the group had semi dispersed across the road and some had entered the night club. hardly any words were exchanged between us in the heat of the incident. I resigned myself to driving home. next day in the cold light of sunshine I surveyed the aftermath of a drunken brawl I wished no part of. two small dents in my car bonnet..two nasty scratches on my otherwise immaculate metallic paintwork wing. umpteen marks/scratches/pitted holes on the front plastic bumper console. what did I do to deserve that I said to myself!? not a happy bunny!