content: I was truly shocked by the immediate change in their demeanor once "shit got real". "Im so sorry, please please please, Sir" It reminds me of something from my youth, I was not a fast runner, I think I might have been fat (no one tells you), but I could fight and I knew these 2 brothers, who would fuck with me, taunt me, throw shit at me, and then when I'd had enough, they would run away and I couldnt keep up.  Well, one day I caught them, both of them. I have a distinct memory of hold each by their wadded shirt collars, one large kid, one smaller, but both around my age. Both trying to get away. I was informing them calmly that I intended to hurt them and that they should not do those things to me any longer. I was surprised that day too, I expected fury and a solid fight. They started to cry. They wept great sobbing tears and begged and pleaded and called me sir. This enraged me, I let them go but I was honestly more angry about it and have been ever since. I remember demanding that one not call me "sir" because I did not require it. I think I told him he was a coward.