Post by mrsphyllistorgo on Mar 29, 2004 19:10:07 GMT -5
Boy, you thought my last post about garbage expressed my rage? Than harken....
I got home from the gym to find some idiot had sprayed "EAT SH*T", along with a lovely picture of said suggested comestible, on the sidewalk in front of the building. I sighed, got the Goof-Off and scrub brush, and set to work. As I was scrubbing away, this guy in his 20's walked up to the steps of the building, accompanied by a kid who looked about 15, and they just stood there staring at me.
"Can I help you?"
"Don't need no help from you",says 20 year old (hereafter known as Cornrows). The kid looks nervous.
"I can't have you hanging out in front of the building if you don't live here." (Now, this may sound like a reasonable statement, but keep in mind I am already in a foul mood from the grafitti and now this guy's giving me attitude, so this comes out in a very hostile tone. Stupid, I know.)
"You can't tell me what to do bitch! I..."blah blah blah as he pulls out the canon of illiterate insults. The kid is trying to get Cornrows to leave. Cornrows deliberately pulls out some trash from his pocket and drops it on the sidewalk.
(Okay, that's it)
"YOU WILL LEAVE OR I WILL CALL THE COPS" in what is a very aggressive pissed off tone of voice, while the little voice in my head says "um, your cell is upstairs". I stand up, I don't want to be near or under this guy.
"INSULT SWEAR SWEAR INSULT" he gets right up in my face and I swing my towel at him (dumb, plus this isn't the way to get this guy to leave but I'm royally pissed off now)
"YOU WILL LEAVE OR I WILL CALL THE COPS" the kid is going "comon let's just go" but Cornrows isn't backing down, and he takes a swipe at me. The edges of his fingers catch the side of my head.
"LEAVE! LEAVE RIGHT NOW! LEAVE!" I am really shrieking this and still swinging the towel, adrenaline pumping like mad--this guy's mostly posturing but what if he really decides to get physical? I'm not tiny, but he's very muscular. I tense up and try to find a better weapon than a towel, but I don't want to turn my back on this guy.
Luckily, the girl in Apt A hears the commotion and comes running out with her cell phone yelling that the cops have been called and he'd better haul ass. He finally goes, with the kid following.
The cops show up and I give a brief outline of what happened and they have me get in a patrol car to see if I can spot him. We drive around for a bit, but no luck.
The cops drop me off, but call just a minute later to say they've got him and can I identify him? They drive me about a block away and I see the two out the window. "That's him," I say.
The nice officer drops me off at home and I call my sweetie boyfriend to come hang out with me so I can finish cleaning the sidewalk without being alone. Bless his heart, he helps me finish up and I finally get to go upstairs and take a shower. The officers call back once more to ask if I want to press charges and I say yes.
When I call my boss to explain that I'll be coming in tomorrow instead of today to drop off the rent, he doesn't seem to process the information at all. He just says "Okay," like I said my car was out of gas or something. Um, hello, this guy tried to hit me, a little sympathy perhaps?
City life. Makes me long for the sticks of Burns, Oregon.
mrsphyllistorgo
I got home from the gym to find some idiot had sprayed "EAT SH*T", along with a lovely picture of said suggested comestible, on the sidewalk in front of the building. I sighed, got the Goof-Off and scrub brush, and set to work. As I was scrubbing away, this guy in his 20's walked up to the steps of the building, accompanied by a kid who looked about 15, and they just stood there staring at me.
"Can I help you?"
"Don't need no help from you",says 20 year old (hereafter known as Cornrows). The kid looks nervous.
"I can't have you hanging out in front of the building if you don't live here." (Now, this may sound like a reasonable statement, but keep in mind I am already in a foul mood from the grafitti and now this guy's giving me attitude, so this comes out in a very hostile tone. Stupid, I know.)
"You can't tell me what to do bitch! I..."blah blah blah as he pulls out the canon of illiterate insults. The kid is trying to get Cornrows to leave. Cornrows deliberately pulls out some trash from his pocket and drops it on the sidewalk.
(Okay, that's it)
"YOU WILL LEAVE OR I WILL CALL THE COPS" in what is a very aggressive pissed off tone of voice, while the little voice in my head says "um, your cell is upstairs". I stand up, I don't want to be near or under this guy.
"INSULT SWEAR SWEAR INSULT" he gets right up in my face and I swing my towel at him (dumb, plus this isn't the way to get this guy to leave but I'm royally pissed off now)
"YOU WILL LEAVE OR I WILL CALL THE COPS" the kid is going "comon let's just go" but Cornrows isn't backing down, and he takes a swipe at me. The edges of his fingers catch the side of my head.
"LEAVE! LEAVE RIGHT NOW! LEAVE!" I am really shrieking this and still swinging the towel, adrenaline pumping like mad--this guy's mostly posturing but what if he really decides to get physical? I'm not tiny, but he's very muscular. I tense up and try to find a better weapon than a towel, but I don't want to turn my back on this guy.
Luckily, the girl in Apt A hears the commotion and comes running out with her cell phone yelling that the cops have been called and he'd better haul ass. He finally goes, with the kid following.
The cops show up and I give a brief outline of what happened and they have me get in a patrol car to see if I can spot him. We drive around for a bit, but no luck.
The cops drop me off, but call just a minute later to say they've got him and can I identify him? They drive me about a block away and I see the two out the window. "That's him," I say.
The nice officer drops me off at home and I call my sweetie boyfriend to come hang out with me so I can finish cleaning the sidewalk without being alone. Bless his heart, he helps me finish up and I finally get to go upstairs and take a shower. The officers call back once more to ask if I want to press charges and I say yes.
When I call my boss to explain that I'll be coming in tomorrow instead of today to drop off the rent, he doesn't seem to process the information at all. He just says "Okay," like I said my car was out of gas or something. Um, hello, this guy tried to hit me, a little sympathy perhaps?
City life. Makes me long for the sticks of Burns, Oregon.
mrsphyllistorgo
