I am sharing this with you because it is something that it amazes me in life. This is the second time in my life that someone in San Francisco tries to physically hurt me without incidence.
I was coming out of the Safeway Supermarket with my grocery bag, on Church and Market in San Francisco and this young man hits me over the head hard. It was very clear that it was a homeless unclean person. He was Caucasian, in his mid twenties to early thirties. My crochet Hat took the blunt of the hit. I confronted him. Why did you hit me? I said. He responded that I was to learn not to mess with him when he was upset. Was wrong with you dunce, bleep, bleep, bleep, I lost it. I called him every name in the book, politically correct and politically incorrect. If you ever wondered how bad a sailor can swear you should have been there. I did follow him around for at least two blocks calling him names, he will then come toward me and we were playing cat and mouse. In the meantime I call the police and described him to them, as he got into Street Car 1059. I told the 911 operator and if the catch him they can call me I will identify the bastard and hope he rots in jail. He was lucky I did not find a metal pipe or anything like that , because I was looking for one and he was not going to go out walking like he did. I told him that I will remember his face and that next time I will be ready for his bleep bleep . I will.
I was coming out of the Safeway Supermarket with my grocery bag, on Church and Market in San Francisco and this young man hits me over the head hard. It was very clear that it was a homeless unclean person. He was Caucasian, in his mid twenties to early thirties. My crochet Hat took the blunt of the hit. I confronted him. Why did you hit me? I said. He responded that I was to learn not to mess with him when he was upset. Was wrong with you dunce, bleep, bleep, bleep, I lost it. I called him every name in the book, politically correct and politically incorrect. If you ever wondered how bad a sailor can swear you should have been there. I did follow him around for at least two blocks calling him names, he will then come toward me and we were playing cat and mouse. In the meantime I call the police and described him to them, as he got into Street Car 1059. I told the 911 operator and if the catch him they can call me I will identify the bastard and hope he rots in jail. He was lucky I did not find a metal pipe or anything like that , because I was looking for one and he was not going to go out walking like he did. I told him that I will remember his face and that next time I will be ready for his bleep bleep . I will.
About 20 years ago while I was walking accross Market and 7th street. It was a warm Winter nite and I had my dawn jacket in my hand. I hada firm grip by the chain that I usually hang it from. To make a long story short. This guy (dark skin) came toward me and grabbed my jacket while saying to me "What are you doing with my Jacket". He was robbing me, stealing my jacket in the middle of the intersection. It was not going to happen, As he was pulliung the Jacket I swept him off his feet, and started to run , he followed me, and noone stopped. I saw the subway entrance and headed down the stairs. meanwhile he was yelling to be careful and not hurt myself, as I went toward the toll booth where the police were, he realized that he was into a lot more trouble than he bargained. There was cursing, yelling and running, maybe stupid, but I came home with my jacket and my life intact. Nobody bullies me.
In the meantime be aware of your surroundings. Do not allow people to fool you. He was lucky I usually carry my size 13 metal needles with me in that specific bag. For some reason I took them out today. I am fine now.
It is true that Anger makes you do foolish things, but I felt helpless and frustrated, I really wanted to hit him back! One thing is for sure he will think twice before hitting somebody else again. Namaste. All is well in my world now!
UPDATE August 08.07
Well today I looked for him from far away and there he was, sitting down minding his own business and I called the police. The police dealt with him. He did not remember me, but "I remember you" I said. He was told to move on or face going to jail for vagrancy, he moved on. In a way I feel vindicated . I had the last laugh!
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5 comments:
Oh Andy, this is so disturbing. Your anger made you do a dangerous thing, following him around-you be careful too.
I understand, I just don't like bullies. It was a kick in my complacency lol!
That sucks...sounds like the guy was mentally ill?
Oh dear, I am glad you are alright!
I'm glad you're okay. When I think of San Francisco, I don't think of things like that happening.
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