Time for Therapy
 The Hollaback NYC blog reminded me of a scary thing that happened to me when I used to work for an inventory service. I sometimes had to work stores in downtown Denver and we wouldn't get out till after dark. One night as I was leaving, this really freaky dude was standing there on the 16th Street mall. I ignored him and kept walking to get to my car which of course was 5 or soblocks away. He suddenly shouted "Hey, Bitch, do you know what time it is?" I ignored him and kept walking. He shouted "Hey, Slut! Yeah, I'm talking to you! Don't ignore me or I'll cut your fuckin' throat!" I hurried around this corner and was about to duck into a bar and tell them to call the cops. I guess he lost sight of me because he kept walking down 16th street. I'm sure he was mentally ill but compassion was lost to fear at that point. People like that really shouldn't be out on the street. Who knows if he was just spouting stuff or if he'd really have done it if he'd gotten hold of somebody? Written by Cie. |