<human>: So I was in high school attending a boarding school in rural Canada. It was the last day before Christmas break and as a treat the school loaded a bus with a bunch of students and took us to McDonald's. Many of us were minorities in a part of Canada that did not have that many brown people. A couple of drunk white guys come in and one of them starts shouting racial slurs at my buddy. We tried to ignore him but he persisted. 

Eventually we went to the back of the restaurant and talked to his buddies and asked them to control him, they apologized as Canadians are wont to do, and we started to walk back to our table having settled everything. Then this random drunk guy just decides we need a good old bar fight and jumps over his buddies and sucker punches my buddy. The place breaks out in a massive brawl. 

Now I am a New Yorker, so I know how to get down. We are easily outnumbered 2 to 1, so I look for an equalizer. The closest thing I can find is a high chair.  My buddy is on the ground, three guys on top of him just pounding on his face. I grab the chair and just go at these guys like they all owe me money. The tray goes flying off, and I just keep pounding until the metal legs break off. The drunk, racist, Canadians had no idea what hit them and they collapse on the ground and crawl away from me.

My buddy gets away and eventually the fight dies out and the cops arrive. A couple weeks later some of our students from student government were attending an event at the high school that all the racist guys went to and one of the students asked: "Hey aren't you that school who fights dirty with high chairs and stuff?" Yes. Yes we were that school

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<bot>: Not all Canadians are apologetic socialists, so I had to make my peace by beating some racist ones with a high chair in McDonald's.