Saturday, September 12, 2009
To refuse a huge kid a cigarette after he had tried three others at the 404 Plaza bus shelter in Newmarket ON was to offer a life into somebody's hands. I was standing outside and behind the glass shelter, hoping the mooch would not spot me. But he was going through nicotine withdrawal and hard on his quest, no matter how invisible I tried to make myself..He saw me through the glass all the same. Ah a victim.
For me, it had had been a frustrating day starting with a library clerk's refusal of help with e-mail account that I was trying to set up. "We're not allowed to do that..." I'm thinking, Well, then what are you allowed to help with? You're all computer literate and I just wanted to ask some questions. What was the problem?
She just stonewalled me. What the hell. There seemed to be menopause all over the library, as all the women working there were about the same age--about 52. There are no men. And the gals aready seemed to have senior moments, seemingly deliberately not understanding, and almost asking "What do you not understand about my not understanding?"--like that. Like an obtuse girlfriend I once had. Seems the job and the sytsem was the thing. You were a mere patron... And the clock was right there on the wall.
I went ouside for a smoke, but here more aggravation... Why was everybody out to f*ck me today? Maybe it was I who had the problem.
In front of the library there had been the usual homeless people who had already hit me for cigarettes. Three in a row, as if they were playing a game. So they nailed me again. Got a live one. Piece of pie. Sucker.
So later at the bus stop, I was "mooched out" and in no mood to volunteer a cigarette to the new moocher at the Plaza.
I just said to the moocher at the shelter, "Go away."
"Go away? You're telling me to go away, you little faggot?
"All you had to say was no!"
He aims a karate kick at me. Luckily, I had been standing a litle behind the glass bus shelter and had moved behind a big concrete trash receptacle for protection.
Seeing now that I was "dug in", he re-enters the bus shelter proper and tries a couple more people No luck. He turns to peer at me again, this time through glass. Unfortunately, he could see that I had jus butted a cigarette.
Frustrated, he aims a kick at me right through glass. almost bringing the shelter down around him and other wating passengers.
This was going to be a really bad day.
He exits the shelter and faces me again over the trash bin that acted as my Maginot Line.
"All you had to say was no," you little pussy. I've got half a mind to take your cigarettes away from you."
This is making me nervous.
"I'm going to call a cop."
"Go ahead and call a cop. Call two cops."
I pretend to reach for my cell phone, which I don't really have.
He aims another kick at me. I step back behind the trash can."All you had to say was no, ya little pussy."
But my fake cell phone ruse slows him down a bit.
He reenters the shelter, gives it another kick, again almost bringing the glass cage down, and talks to a girl who had been holding his own cell phone, he having cleared the decks for action, aparently action on me.
Clear and present danger. He is going off into another rant. I could see his lips cursing through the parallax. Said he was going to dismmber me. Seemed to me dismemberment was not an option. What is the matter with kids today? He was probably not only out of cigarettes, but out of crack as well.
...Time to make my exit, better a missed bus than losing freshly fixed teeth.
As I walk slowly away, I hear, "Yeah, you're going to call the cops. Call the cops you little faggot. Pussy!"
It's a good thing we have a functioning police department, but there had hardly been any time. I walked away backwards, like a gunfighter out of a saloon.
I was glad to just reach the shelter of the Swiss Chalet Restaurant where there were people and a phone.
I didn't bother phoning.
I just walked home.
Funny things happen when you're tired and trying to find your way home. Or a new email account.