Thursday, December 18, 2003
Stomach's feeling all out of wack.
I remember we happened upon a fight in the middle of the street once, it was near the park. A large, almost bear of a woman, repeatedly kicking a older man (looked like he was in his mid 70's, but was probably a tad younger...hard living and all that) in the ribs while he crawled on the ground, presumably to get away from her.
A younger man and an older woman, presumably the wife of the man being assaulted, looked on. The younger man didn't seem too concerned with the situation and almost seemed to egg on the kicking woman with his stares. They were almost looks of approval. The older woman, who seemed a hell of a lot like edith bunker, was visibly distressed and pleading with the great bear to let her husband go. While this was going on, the older man's pet dog, kept running back and forth. He seemed quite perturbed, not quite angry just upset, that his friend was being kicked. The younger man at this time kept on trying to chase the dog away.
Not really knowing what we should do, but knowing we had to do something, we called the police, coralled the dog, and tried to help the downed man, as the bear of a woman decided she had had enough.
She walked away, I suppose sauntered would be a better description, and started verbally berating the receipent of her kicks. She walked until she reached the bus stop about a dozen meters away and just stood there waiting for her bus.
A good twenty minutes had passed since we had called the police and we started thinking "Wow, wouldn't it be something if she got caught waiting for the bus? It could happen!"
Five minutes later she stepped on the bus with her confederate as we made sure the old man was ok and tried to calm down his very distressed wife and dog. The police didn't arrive in time to stop or question her. In fact it was five minutes later before they arrived. Her bus already far out of sight.
She slowly got away.
I remember we happened upon a fight in the middle of the street once, it was near the park. A large, almost bear of a woman, repeatedly kicking a older man (looked like he was in his mid 70's, but was probably a tad younger...hard living and all that) in the ribs while he crawled on the ground, presumably to get away from her.
A younger man and an older woman, presumably the wife of the man being assaulted, looked on. The younger man didn't seem too concerned with the situation and almost seemed to egg on the kicking woman with his stares. They were almost looks of approval. The older woman, who seemed a hell of a lot like edith bunker, was visibly distressed and pleading with the great bear to let her husband go. While this was going on, the older man's pet dog, kept running back and forth. He seemed quite perturbed, not quite angry just upset, that his friend was being kicked. The younger man at this time kept on trying to chase the dog away.
Not really knowing what we should do, but knowing we had to do something, we called the police, coralled the dog, and tried to help the downed man, as the bear of a woman decided she had had enough.
She walked away, I suppose sauntered would be a better description, and started verbally berating the receipent of her kicks. She walked until she reached the bus stop about a dozen meters away and just stood there waiting for her bus.
A good twenty minutes had passed since we had called the police and we started thinking "Wow, wouldn't it be something if she got caught waiting for the bus? It could happen!"
Five minutes later she stepped on the bus with her confederate as we made sure the old man was ok and tried to calm down his very distressed wife and dog. The police didn't arrive in time to stop or question her. In fact it was five minutes later before they arrived. Her bus already far out of sight.
She slowly got away.
