The reaction was perfectly correct and brave, but I suspect the emotional response she discovered was quite unexpected.
I was driving down Geary Blvd and had stopped at a red light when I heard a woman screaming at the top of her lungs:
“What are you doing? Why are you in my car? Get the fuck out of my car! Get out! Help!”
I turned on the emergency blinkers and opened my car door. The woman was standing by the driver’s door of her BMW and a scary looking bum was sitting in the driver’s seat.
“Do you need help?” I called, now standing halfway out of our car. She looked my way, but quickly turned back to the intruder waiting inside her car.
“I said get the fuck out of my car! What in the hell do you think you’re doing! Get out! Now!” At this point she was screeching.
The bum slowly stepped out of her car. Once out, he didn’t look so scary. He looked frail and confused. He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders, muttered what I think was some form of apology and headed his way down the boulevard.
I watched the woman watching the bum as he limped away. She leaned against her car clutching her keys and cell phone. Another women had rushed to her. She had only been away from her car for a few minutes and had left it unlocked with the windows down. She had started to cry and climbed into the car. She covered her face sobbing. The other woman walked away.
I got back in my car. I had missed the light change, but no one was honking. I think we were all watching.
As I waited for the light to turn back to green, I glanced back at the person who had just been violated. She looked back at me for a quick minute. I was expecting to see a sign of relief or horror. Instead, I think she gave me a look of exhausted guilt. I smiled at her. She turned and just looked ahead. A few minutes later I was sitting on the beach watching the waves and surfers. I was thinking about what I had just seen.
A man with a dog and a stolen shopping cart trudged toward me and asked me for a cigarette. I gave him one. He then asked for a light and I explained that I didn’t think we could get a light with all the ocean wind. He took my lighter and lit two cigarettes and handed my lighter and one cigarette back to me.
I thanked him.
“No problem, dude. By the way, them are some magic shoes you’re wearin’. Have a cool day.”
And, he and his dog pushed through the sand with the cart.
I pushed my magic shoes into the sand and waited for the dizziness to fade away.
We were running into a bit of a problem with Bagel barking too much when I am out of the apartment. I’m trying to get out of the house for at least 4 hours a day as therapy and trying to get back to where I should be dictate. So, a brief discussion with the vet and some internet research showed us that Bagel might need a full time sister/friend. And, for lonely Little Bagels, sometimes a kitty is the best possible answer. And, since we’ve had Bagel I’ve been with her almost all of the time. So, my going out more was really starting to get to the baby. So, after we returned from Florida, we spent two afternoons at the SF SPCA visiting all the unwanted kitties. We fell in love with “Jenny” — a 4 month old abandoned tabbie kitten who is the ultimate in chill-chic!
We brought her home. It only took about three hours before Little Bagel and the newly named “Lola” were playing with each other. It seems to be a great match!
Bagel is not yapping while I’m out! There are some adjusting jealousies going on from time to time — but, what I love is watching them fall asleep together and Bagel trying to assist Lola in cleaning herself. Or, watching Lola try to clean Bagel! They have begun to copy each others habits — which is really quite cute. And, Bagel is even starting to adopt some of the cool chill of Lola’s. Our babies!
And, I am now weighing in at 178lbs!!!! This means I’ve only 15 pounds more to drop and I’ll be back at my fighting weight!