Victor didn't get back home on Friday until almost 1 AM. I was just about to go to bed but he asked me to wait for him. So like the good wife that I am I did (ok, I can totally see Victor rolling his eyes at that comment, ha).
He gets home and is acting strange, like hiding his face from me. I don't think anything of it, Victor is just weird like that. But then, when he comes out of the bathroom I notice something out of place. He has like a glob of vaseline on the left side of his face. First I think he's being funny. I always put a thick layer of vaseline on my lips before going to bed, so I thought he was just making fun of me. But then, when I look again, I see that he has stitches on his face. Where in the heck is that from?
He tells me he was in a fight over an argument that started with a man that cut in line at a restaurant (one of those hole in the wall places that serves food outside). This was about 8PM, in the Bronx, of all places (I hate the Bronx).I don't know what words were exchanged between them two, but the other guy had been drinking and when he got too close to him Victor told him to step away that his breath stank. He said, "Oye bro, echate pa ya que te apesta la boca." I guess the other guy was severely offended by this because he decided to make the argument physical and swing at him. Victor was not in a defensive position, he had no idea that the guy was going to attack him. The punch landed smack on his face. After that they fought. Finally Victor managed to grab him with one hand and call the cops with the other. The guy was with a friend and kept on asking the friend to jump in and help but Victor warned the other guy not to get involved. And he didn't (smart man). The cops came right away, like 4 police cars and arrested the other guy. Victor went to the precinct, filled out a complaint and then went to the hospital. He got 6 stiches on the outside of his lip and 2 on in the inside. Ouch!
My first reaction when I saw him was that he looked like the Joker. I was really upset. I'm surprised I was able to maintain my cool and not start crying or screaming when I saw him. But I think it was because he was in such uplifting spirits and making "you should see the other guy" jokes.
Yesterday he showed up at court. Turns out that that tough guy who decided to cut in line for some lechon and batatas and take a swing at my husband was in the hospital with a broken arm and a broken wrist. I have to say, I take secret pleasure from knowing this.
I have to add--and this really cracks me up--after Victor got the stitches at the hospital, you would think he would've come straight home, right? Nope. He went back to that restaurant and ordered batata frita con longaniza. He says he was just looking for his watch that got lost in the brawl. But I think the poor guy was just hungry.
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