This story takes place about 20 years ago, in the mid-2000s, when my friends and I would often hang out at a small billiards hall in a neighboring town. It was our go-to spot where we’d rent a table by the hour, play a few games, catch up on whatever sports were on TV, and enjoy each other’s company. For about three months, everything was smooth sailing—until one fateful night when a rude guy crashed our chill vibe.
It all started innocently enough. A man walked in and plopped himself down at our favorite billiards table without a care in the world. We didn’t think much of it at first; we were all engrossed in conversation and didn’t want to make a scene. But after about 20 minutes, one of my friends let him know we were hoping to get in on the next game. The jerk waved him off with a dismissive gesture, completely ignoring the fact that we had been patiently waiting.
After waiting for our turn, I decided to step in and politely let him know that we were next. To our surprise, the guy still didn’t acknowledge us, and he continued to play as if we were invisible. Frustrated, we waited some more, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, he left the table to take a break. This was our moment! We quickly scooped up our quarters and made our way to the machine. But as the balls popped out, we realized we were missing the green “6” ball.
It dawned on us that this guy had taken the 6 ball with him into the bathroom. At this point, it was just ridiculous. We reluctantly went to notify the manager, who was sympathetic to our plight. However, he noted it was late, almost 12:30 AM, and he didn’t want to make a scene by kicking the guy out. Instead, he helped us out by getting us another ball so we could finally play. When the guy emerged from the bathroom, he came out with a smirk that made our blood boil, knowing exactly what he had done. He took his beer and the stolen billiard ball outside to the patio for a smoke.
Once he came back inside, he tossed the ball onto the table, disrupting our game once again. It felt intentional, like he was just trying to show us who was boss. After he went to the bar for last call, one of my friends had an idea that we all found amusing: why not follow him home and report him for suspected drunk driving? Three out of four of us were all in. We were fed up with this guy’s antics, and it felt oddly satisfying to think about him getting a taste of his own medicine.
As he left, we grabbed our trusty Nextel push-to-talk phones and coordinated multiple calls to the highway patrol. Each of us provided detailed information: the guy’s license plate, the make and model of his vehicle, its color, and a description of his erratic driving. It was all a bit of a rush, and we had no idea where he lived, but we figured he couldn’t be too far since he was hanging out at a local joint.
The one friend who didn’t call the police trailed him, and we could hardly contain our excitement when he called us back, practically giddy, to let us know a police officer had pulled in front of the jerk’s car and turned on the lights. We knew we were onto something when we later saw the police blotter detailing how the guy got pulled over for erratic driving. Shockingly, he was not arrested for driving while intoxicated but rather for driving on a suspended license. It turned out our little prank had serious consequences.
While we didn’t get to play pool that night as we had hoped, the satisfaction of knowing we had disrupted his obnoxious behavior was worth it. We had gone in expecting a relaxing evening, and instead, we turned the tables on the jerk who thought he could mess with us. It was just another night at the billiards hall that we’d never forget.
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