I was in the bull ring today (a very big shopping mall in birmingham) when I got on an escalator. I noticed the chav in front of me was looking franticly around him and looking at the stachell of the guy in front of him. I knew he was shifty, he was a real chav, looked like he lived on a council estate and was a father at 14.
Anyway, he opened this guys satchell and started to feel around. I grabbed this guys arm and pulled it round his back. The other guy turned round, i asked him if he knew this guy and he said no, so I told him he was searching through his bag. He looked at his bag and it was open.
This chav, knowing full well that he was caught red handed started bigging himself up saying how hew was going to "knock the Sh*t out of both of us" and "His posse ran the city and he knew who we were", bullshit obviously.
Anyway, when we got to the top of the escalator I pushed him to the floor (strike first kind of thing), the guy whos bag it was said thanks and shook my hand. The chav got up and ran away, we didn't bother chasing him it wasn't worth it. The guy was grateful thankfully and i felt a little proud of myself...
and that was my day.
