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From the Corner of My Eye
08.23.04 (1:00 pm)   [edit]
From the corner of my eye, I saw him. There I was sitting in the shade of the bus shelter, waiting to go on campus. The sun was clouded out and I could smell rain on the way. I checked my messenger bag and saw my umbrella in the bottom. I breathed a sigh of relief. Us witches can't afford to get wet, I thought to myself. He came closer, stumbling against the wall as he made his way to the bus shelter.

From the corner of my eye he seemed average - average height, average weight, average age. Then I smelled him as he stepped past me to sit down. Not so average smell. He had the smell of butter left out of the fridge for days - rancid sweet. He coughed up some phelgm and spat it on the ground in my direction. I unfolded my newspaper and tried not to look at him or show my disgust.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him pull out a pipe, a package of what seemed like tobacco and some matches. He lit his pipe and puffed, coughed a few more times, spat a few more times, then inexplicably he began to belch. He seemed to have no control over himself. Gas or phlegm. I didn't know which was worse. May be you should quit, I thought to myself.

From the corner of my eye, I could see him sneer at me. I was hoping he'd continue to ignore my presence until the bus came but I was out of luck. "You awwigh?" he said to me, gesturing with his pipe in hand.

"Excuse me? I can't understand you, sir." I said.

"YOU AWWWIGH?!" he yelled.

"Yes, I am fine, thank you. You, sir?"

"Gooh! You pea oh shit." I found it funny that he chose to enunciate properly when he was swearing at me. I moved further down the bench after his last outburst. He belched at me. I could smell beer and possibly whisky on his breath. I started to get up. "You go da schwoool?"

"Yes, I do." I turned to look at him as I put my bag strap over my shoulder. Where's the f***king bus when you need it?, I thought.

"How doh a n$&&%r like you pay tuition?" He smiled as he asked the question, revealing blackened and rotting teeth.

"I beg your pardon?" I was in shock. At this point, I was walking away and looking over my shoulder hoping to put as much distance between myself and this racist drunk. In all my years of living in Texas, I have never been called that to my face. As I walked further away I could see him gesturing at me. I heard the word again.

My phone rang. It was my brother, Bud. I told him what happened, and he told me to go home and next time I was in a situation like that to call the police. Yeah, um, what could they really do? I guess they could arrest him for public intoxication.
 


posted by: Paintedbat (reply)
post date: 08.23.04 (10:51 am)

Crazy man, at leat you're ok. And hey it's nice to talk to another witch.



posted by: Paintedbat (reply)
post date: 08.23.04 (10:51 am)

Crazy man, at leat you're ok. And hey it's nice to talk to another witch.



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 08.23.04 (10:57 am)

Reply to: Paintedbat

Thanks. Hmmm, wonder why it's doubling all the comments?



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 08.23.04 (10:57 am)

Reply to: Paintedbat

Thanks. Hmmm, wonder why it's doubling all the comments?



posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 08.24.04 (5:56 am)

I'll send over Monkey Boy to deal with him.....Joolie xxx PS Where have you been lately, my MSN is always on!



posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 08.24.04 (5:56 am)

I'll send over Monkey Boy to deal with him.....Joolie xxx PS Where have you been lately, my MSN is always on!



posted by: mblog (reply)
post date: 08.24.04 (5:27 pm)

I worked in Texas a few decades ago. People who were supposed to be professionals used that word openly in the office. I couldn't believe it. Then again, I couldn't believe that a coworker of mine got her rear end pinched in the office and nobody cared about that either.

I have no idea if that was indicative of Texas as a whole, but that's what Texas decided to show me.




posted by: MrBelvedere (reply)
post date: 08.24.04 (7:57 pm)

As always, a most entertaining blog to read. I do hope things are going well :)

--Mr. B



posted by: Mal (reply)
post date: 08.27.04 (1:08 am)

God....I'm sorry Natsy.... and I'm so sorry I wasn't around for you to talk to, I feel awful.
BASTARD.

I love you! *HUG*

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