Tonight I had an experience which I have trouble putting into words. It takes ALOT for me to lose my cool. Tonight I came VERY close.
I was driving to the store to pick up a thing or two. I was stopped at a red light when an obviously 'special' person was crossing the road on a red
light. He was smiling broadly, walking in the gait that those who are 'special' often do.
Anyway as I said, he was crossing on a red light. He was walking slowly and was stopping a car from moving forward. Well 3 young men got out of the
car and started to harass this man. He was obviously flustered and scared.
OK, my mind went into auto pilot.
Place car in park. Go and make nice nice.
So I get out, and by this point the poor guy was almost in tears. I walk up and ask what is going on.
"This F'n retard is too stupid to be on the street."
"Yeah. He's blocking traffic." Points and yells "RETARD!"
I get between him and the guys.
"Allright guys, leave him alone. The roads clear. Go do your thing."
"Yeah F- you - who the F- do you think you are? Superman?"
The poor man behind me was crying. He was squeezing my arm. Uh-oh, I'm starting to see red.
"Excuse me, I asked that you move on. I'm not asking you. I'm TELLING you. LEAVE."
"F- you a-hole.
"Yeah c'mon tough guy hit me I dare you. I'm only 17. I'll sue you."
This punk was in my face. Oh, if he only knew.
"I don't want to fight you. Just leave him alone."
I could feel and smell the fear from my special friend. He was a mess.
"Don't want to fight me huh? Your a (alternate name for a cat.)"
He pushed me. Oh not good. I have 3 punks in my face, and someone with a deathgrip on me standing behind me.
"C'mon tough guy. What are you scared? (Alternate name for a cat.)"
"Hey retard. Is this your boyfriend?"
"C'mon (alternate name for a cat), hit me I dare you."
I feel the rush of adrenalin. I am fighting every instinct that has been instilled in me.
'lombozo these are punk kids. don't do it. They are kids. Don't do it.'
Trust me - it wouldn't even be a real fight. I'm thinking to myself. Self? Do these pieces of garbage know what they're getting into?
'Don't do it lombozo. Don't do it.........'
"I'm scared mister" he sobbed.
Oh no, I'm starting to see black.
'DON'T DO IT LOMBOZO. FIGHT THE URGE.'
I'm as tense as a spring. My fists are clenched.
"Allright I'll tell you what. I'll give you a free shot. C'mon it's 3 to 1. Take a free shot."
"Yeah? You gonna give me a free shot (alternate name for a cat)?"
"Yes. Then it's my turn."
'C'mon lombozo, control yourself....'
"C'mon, a free shot. I dare you."
The kid in the back said.
"C'mon, let's leave this (alternate name for a cat) and his retard boyfriend so they can f- one another."
"Yeah - this mother f'r is f'n crazy"
"Later (alternate name for a cat)"
So they get in their car and leave screaming obscenities as they peel away.
My adrenaline is pumping so strong that I am ready to burst.
"Hey. you allright It's allright. They're gone."
"I'm ok Mister. Thanks Mister..
He reaches into his pocket.
He hands out a half eaten Twinkie wrapped in a napkin.
"It's OK buddy. You keep it. Thank you though.'
He steps forward and gives me a bearhug.
Holy Moly - this guy is freakin' strong!
He gives me a kiss on the cheek. Holy S-! This guy is crushing me.
"Thank you Mister"
He turns and walks away. Just like that. He was singing the Oscar Myer Weiner song as he walked away.
I wish I were an Oscar Myer Weiner
That is what I'd really like to be.......
Uh-Oh, There are several cars backed up behind my parked car.
Oh well, at lease I made one friend tonight.