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.
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!
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