Plant your face next time!
Nov. 20th, 2007 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenOn the way into the city today and down the stairs (quickly) to catch the train to lower Manhattan, I almost hit a woman full-force who stopped abruptly in front of me. I have almost run over 20-30 women for similar instances over the last 6 months, and have actually written about the perils of traveling around women in public transportation. After 20-30 times of this happening over the last 6 months, it got the best of me.
I said out loud, "Please don't stop so abruptly on the stairs."
She looked at me with vehemence, actually followed me toward the train, and said louder than I, "What? What did you say? You dickweed! What was that?"
I repeated, "Don't stop so abruptly on the stairs; someone could run you down accidentally."
She replied, "Well, if fucktards like you would watch where they were going, I wouldn't have to worry about that, now would I, dickweed? I was trying to put something into my purse so that I wouldn't fall on the stairs, asshole."
I said, "Well, go ahead and fuckin plant your face into the pavement next time, bitch!"
"You're a dick! Such a dickweed," she spat.
I went on my 'merry' way to a pillar to stand and wait for the train. I kept running the conversation through my head over and over again wondering why that interchange set her off so much. Also wishing that it hadn't gotten the best of me; I don't like to have interchanges like that - ever! I'm also not typically driven to that kind of outburst.
But, after almost having run over 20-30 women on the sidewalk, getting into a train, walking down a staircase, walking into a building, when these women stop abruptly to get something out of their purse (as in this instance) without thinking that someone could be behind them going the same direction with much greater force, I had to say something.
The only men I've seen do that are male Italian tourists on the sidewalk in front of Century21 with their wives, when their wives say, "Oh, let's go here... no, wait! Over here..." BUMP! But, they always apologize and excuse themselves. With the NY women, they blame the guys - always - and I guess that gets on my nerves.
I said out loud, "Please don't stop so abruptly on the stairs."
She looked at me with vehemence, actually followed me toward the train, and said louder than I, "What? What did you say? You dickweed! What was that?"
I repeated, "Don't stop so abruptly on the stairs; someone could run you down accidentally."
She replied, "Well, if fucktards like you would watch where they were going, I wouldn't have to worry about that, now would I, dickweed? I was trying to put something into my purse so that I wouldn't fall on the stairs, asshole."
I said, "Well, go ahead and fuckin plant your face into the pavement next time, bitch!"
"You're a dick! Such a dickweed," she spat.
I went on my 'merry' way to a pillar to stand and wait for the train. I kept running the conversation through my head over and over again wondering why that interchange set her off so much. Also wishing that it hadn't gotten the best of me; I don't like to have interchanges like that - ever! I'm also not typically driven to that kind of outburst.
But, after almost having run over 20-30 women on the sidewalk, getting into a train, walking down a staircase, walking into a building, when these women stop abruptly to get something out of their purse (as in this instance) without thinking that someone could be behind them going the same direction with much greater force, I had to say something.
The only men I've seen do that are male Italian tourists on the sidewalk in front of Century21 with their wives, when their wives say, "Oh, let's go here... no, wait! Over here..." BUMP! But, they always apologize and excuse themselves. With the NY women, they blame the guys - always - and I guess that gets on my nerves.
