= never a good idea.
So I'm at work, at it gets to 10.50, I've been stuck in the warehouse all evening, and am finally up at the front ready to leave. Anyway this guy in a man united tshirt comes in buying something or other, and I very nervously ask what the result was. I should probably mention this guy was exceedingly tall, big and generally scary looking. Anyway, he says 'we lost 3-0. And I try, I really do try not to, but my thought was too late and I discovered I was jumping around screaming a lot. Broke off many seconds later to apologise repeatedly, but the urge to jump around again was too much. He pretty much growls at me 'liverpool fan?' and I say 'no, milan!' and he pretty much snarls at me and walks out.
So, it's five minutes later, and I leave for home, only takes a few minutes to walk. I'm about halfway down the street pretty much skipping along being generally very happy before I look up and realise I'm just a metre or so infront of this guy and numerous other equally scary looking people. Next thing I know I'm on the ground [having been tripped up, not punched, that would be worse for sure]. And then this guy spits near me [luckily not directly at me, or he just had bad aim] and they walk off. And seriously, my left arm up to my elbow is completely grazed and hurts tons.
Granted, my reaction to him telling me the result was pretty much very stupid, but I couldn't exactly help it. But yeah, how much of a twat do you have to be to trip up some girl over a football result? The answer is a lot, by the way.