Last January I was invigilating exams at my university, and I had to deal with some arrogant tosspot who thought he was great by giving cheek to me, a postgrad doing temporary work to try and pay my own way through college. Half the people were leaving the exam early and I was to try and keep them quiet, but this one prick took exception to being told what to do. I had to let him off thinking he was great, as unfortunately getting into a heated argument is below someone in a position of authority like that.
A couple of hours later, I was walking home from the day's work, when I passed a 6 or 7-year-old kid walking with his mother. Right as we crossed paths the little [Poor language removed] punched me in the stomach for no reason. The mother was mortified as you can imagine, so I smiled and told her it was fine. The 'punch' just felt like a pat on the stomach, but I still wanted to give that little prick a dressing down he wouldn't forget, but again I had to be the mature one.
When I talk to RS fans, I basically feel like I'm in the same postion. It is a matter of not getting dragged down to their level, because we as Everton fans simply have to rise above their constant cries for attention and constant need to think they're the world's greatest fans, even if it means letting them off thinking they are right.
