he was really sly about it--this appearance of casual movement--as he shifted from his part of the sidewalk to mine.
even so, it warned me to take a step to the right which wasn't enough as soon as he adjusted another half step toward me.
without looking at him i yielded the sidewalk entirely only to be rewarded with his arm slapped across my chest as he passed.
i pivoted in anger, fierce words swearing silently in my head and violent thoughts suggesting themselves to my fists,
and i watched in frozen indecision as he kept walking purposefully forward as though he were heading to the bank to catch it before it closed.
a few blocks later i stopped at stumptown for a suddenly absolutely necessary soy hot chocolate and mighty o donut. out of the remnants of shock i relayed the story to the barista and his friend and was given a far more satisfying rewarded of much sympathy, several gentle jokes and a free hot chocolate and donut.
faith is restored and i left feeling the world wasn't a complete pit of blackness, but there is part of me that still wants to go back and pummel the man.
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