I was at the Chapel Street/Dandenong Road tram stop about 9 pm, when a drunk asshole started to pick a fight with me. I was exceedingly aware of the beer bottle in his hand, ready to deliver a punch to the throat with one hand and a block/takedown with the other.
"How old are you?' I asked.
"EIGHTEEN!" He spat back, his breath smelled terrible. "Why?! How old are YOU?", he challenged.
"Forty", I wearily replied.
"How do you look so good then?", he asked...suddenly quiet and respectful.
His de-escalation tactics were excellent.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.