Eh, you’re not that small. At 5’8" and 190lbs, I definitely had an interesting time. For a few months at the roughest place I worked, I was their enforcer. I had to fight a lot of guys bigger than me. I was actually a pretty good at it, but getting pigeonholed into the enforcer role sucks. I was pretty happy when they hired a huge dude who was all too happy (and I mean all too happy) to fill that role.
Here’s a fun story:
Got a call on the radio to front door to deal with a group of guys hassling some of the girls waiting in line. Started moving most of them along peacefully enough, until the loudmouth douchebag of the group decides to throw a haymaker. Well, he tried to anyway, but I grabbed him first. He wriggled out of my grasp and punched me in the face. I hit him a couple of times and quickly gained the upper hand in the fight, so I started looking around to find a relatively nonviolent way to end this.
I noticed 2 things: he had a man-bun (what an awful trend) and there was a garbage can nearby. This was one of those garbage cans on the street of the bar district of the city during a very busy night, so you can imagine how delightful its contents were. I probably don’t have to explain this further, but I grabbed him by the man-bun and shoved his head down into the garbage can, holding him there until he begged me to stop. So I let him go and he and his boys went their way, his dignity considerably less than intact.
Fucking man-buns.