When I was in High School, I was one of the popular kids. I have a gift of gab, a silver tongue, and I'm just a people person at times.
I had friends from all spectrums of high school stereotypes. A blessing and a curse I suppose.
We were in line waiting to get out Cap and Gown pictures taken, standing in a group talking. I rolled up a stack of papers to use as a bullhorn or sorts, and said this guys name really loud in his ear. Now this man, Joel, is a white supremist, bible thumping, conspiracy theory believing weirdass, Anyway, he open palm strikes the paper, and with it being such a thick stack on top of the force he used, it burst both of my lips. So after this, he takes off running. There I stand blood all over my mouth...well I clean it up somewhat, then I get back in line to get my picture taken. Lips of course still bleeding. When it is my turn, I sit down, put my aviators on, and smile real big. The photographers face was priceless. Blood all in my teeth.