“Sir, you can’t take your bike inside” the doorman said to me as I wanted to enter the new ramen shop in a hurry.

I shook my head and parked my bike at the opposite side of the restaurant. My mother must have been waiting inside for a long time now.

“Mom,” I said as I entered the restaurant and found her at a table near the window.

“Oh, there you are. I was getting worried,” she said as she sipped on her Macha tea. “Sit down, I ordered some ramen for you.”

“Ramen? You know I’m allergic to ramen mom, what the heck?”

“Well, I guess I made a mistake then,” she said as she looked at the menu. “Oh, they have sushi here too. Let’s order that instead.”

“Mom, you know I hate sushi,” I said as I sat down.

“You used to love it when you were younger,” she said as she flagged down the waiter.

“I was five years old then, of course I would love anything that looked colorful and tasted good,” I said.

“Well, try it again now, you might like it,” she said as she ordered us some sushi.

“I highly doubt it,” I said as I crossed my arms.

“Don’t be such a party pooper, try it for me,” she said as she gave me a pleading look.

“Fine,” I said as I sighed.

The waiter soon brought our sushi and my mother was beaming with excitement.

“Try it, try it,” she said as she pushed a piece towards me.

I picked it up and reluctantly put it in my mouth.

“How is it?” she asked eagerly.

I became nauseous and felt the kebab I ate during lunch creeping upwards. One of the waiters that was just passing by glanced at us with concern on his face.

“Are you okay, young man?” he asked as he noticed the greenish tint on my face.

Before I could answer, I projectile vomited all over the waiter. The waiter stuck out his arms in disbelief watching over the damage I’d just done. My mom, unsure how to respond to the ordeal playing before her eyes, started muttering some words. In a fraction of a second, the entire restaurant was silent, observing the young man that threw up on one of the staff. The restaurant began reeking of kebab.

“I’m so sorry, it must have been something I ate,” I said as I tried to think of an excuse.

“You don’t say” the waiter returned with sarcasm.

The manager of the restaurant approached us with a look of disappointment.

“Is there something wrong with the food?” he asked.

“No, no. It was something I ate prior,” I explained.

“I see, well we can’t have our customers becoming ill in our establishment,” he said. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“But, but,” I tried to say something but the words wouldn’t come out.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave,” the manager said sternly.

I wiped my mouth on the table cloth and looked at the manager angrily, while crossing my arms. 

“Me and my mom are going to stay here and finish our plates, while you take care of your other customers, how’s that?” I said in the most defiant voice I could muster.

“No, I’m sorry. You’ll have to leave,” the manager said as he called for the security.

“What’s going on here?” the security said as he came over.

“These customers need to leave,” the manager said.

“No, no. We’re not going anywhere,” I said as I sat back down.

“I’m sorry, but you need to leave or we’ll have to force you out,” the security said as he grabbed my arm.

I tried to jerk away from his grip, but he held on tight. My mother was looking at me with a worried expression, while the other customers in the restaurant were starting to get uneasy.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember that one technique I learned in Aikido class when I was a kid. Something to escape the security’s grip and gain the upper hand in this situation.

I quickly turned my body and swept my leg out, while still in his grip, and knocked him off his feet. I then quickly got on top of him and put him in a choke hold.

“Let go of me,” he said as he started to panic.

“What’s going on here?” the manager said as he came over.

“These customers need to leave,” the security said.

“No, no. We’re not going anywhere,” I said as I got off of him.

“I’m sorry, but you need to leave or we’ll have to call the police,” the manager said.

“No, we’re not going to leave,” I said as I sat back down.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” the manager said as he picked up the phone and started dialing.

I could hear the sirens in the distance and knew that the police were on their way.

“Come on, let’s go,” my mom said as she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away.

“No, we’re not going anywhere,” I said as I pulled my arm away from her grip.

“Fine, stay here then. I’m leaving,” she said as she got up and walked out of the restaurant. 

I was fine with that. I wouldn’t want my mom to see what was about to go down in the restaurant while I faced the police by myself using my Aikido techniques.

The sirens got closer until the police pulled up their cars in front of the ramen shop.

“What’s going on here?” the police officer said as he got out of his car.

“These customers need to leave,” the manager said. They carry highly dangerous vomit in my restaurant.

“No, no. We’re not going anywhere,” I said as I stood up.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” the police officer said as he pulled out his taser and pointed it at me.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll tase you,” he warned.

I put my hands up and slowly started backing away towards the door.

“Fine, I’ll leave,” I said as I suddenly backflipped over the cop. Aikido time!

He tried to tase me but I dodged it and got him in a headlock. I then used my legs to sweep his feet out from under him and he fell to the ground. This motion got me nauseous again and the remnants of kebab came shooting out like a dam breaking in front of the cop’s face. The other police officers that just arrived started to laugh at their colleague’s predicament. 

While they were distracted, I quickly took the taser and a gun.

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot,” I said as I pointed the gun at them.

They stopped laughing and put their hands up.

“Now, let’s all calm down,” the police officer said.

“No, you calm down,” I said as I backed away towards the door. “I’m leaving now and if any of you try to stop me, I’ll shoot.”

They didn’t try to stop me as I slowly backed out of the restaurant with the taser and gun in hand. I got on my bike and rode away as fast as I could.

I didn’t know what to expect when I got home, but I was ready to face anything.

Unfortunately for me, my mom was waiting for me with a look of disappointment.

“What the hell were you thinking?” she said as she crossed her arms.

“I was thinking that I didn’t want to leave without finishing my meal,” I said.

“You could have gotten yourself killed,” she said.

“I was fine, I had everything under control,” I said.

“Really? Then why are the police looking for you?” she said.

“What? The police are looking for me?” I said as I started to panic.

“Yes, they are. And they’re going to find you. You have to turn yourself in,” she said.

“No, I can’t do that. I’ll go to jail,” I said.

“You’re already going to jail, you idiot. Just turn yourself in and maybe you’ll get a reduced sentence,” she said.

“No, I can’t do that,” I said as I shook my head.

“Fine, don’t come home then. I don’t want to see you until you turn yourself in,” she said as she turned around and walked away.

I was going to be in big trouble. Not only was I wanted by the police, but now my mom was mad at me too.