sometimes I wonder what is up with people in this city. This includes myself.
I'm sitting outside of Safeway with Teddy, cause Tom was inside buying a few things. A lady is walking towards the entrance and a guy is walking away from it. They bump into each other I guess, I don't know who hit who or whatever, but the lady grabs her arm and mumbles, "jerk" at the guy.
She keeps walking towards the entrance and the guy turns around and begins freaking out, asking her what she said, what the fuck was her problem, she hit HIM, etc. He's obviously upset or crazy so she ignores him and keeps trying to go in.
Then he really gets into it. He starts calling her a "fucking fatty" and that she's worthless and a "fucking piece of shit".
So then she turns around, now that she's being subjected to insane, uncalled for abuse from a perfect stranger. She tells him to stop it, and the guy (who is like, 25 or something) gets all up in this woman's face. Like she has issued a challenge and now they are going to throw down.
I have a total incapacity to stay out of other people's business, especially when I believe something unjust is going on, especially when I believe someone must get hurt. So I jump out of my seat, Teddy in hand, and go up to the guy and tell him he looks like a total psycho and that everyone who has watched this situation thinks so (there are like 10 of us gawking). He tells me to shut the fuck up and go away. I say no, and that he is being abusive and totally out of line. The woman says something similar and he continues to inform her that she is a "fucking fatty" and worthless and generally sub-human because they bumped into each other and she was annoyed.
I started to get pissed, and began getting more aggressive (because I'm mostly terrible at dealing with these things) and began to ask what her being "fat" had to do with anything. I asked if the fact that he was really short had anything to do with the situation? He told me to shut the fuck up and that I was a terrible person, who shouldn't get involved. Haaaaah.
Anyway, eventually a manager came out and then another lady and the guy was outnumbered so he stomped off.
It was just an insane act of rage and it made ME really angry and I wished I had handled it better. I also think starting my training at the battered women's shelter has made me more sensitive to some stuff, even though that was a ridiculous outburst on his part. Vancouver is a beautiful city (we spent the morning before at a nice farmer's market) but there is a lot of rage, a lot of mental illness and a lot of stuff going on here that I need to learn to handle better.