Sometimes “Hey baby” is just too much in the context of these violent streets

I was a crew-member on a cargo aircraft.  We had just arrived at our Honolulu hotel at 3am, and I was hot, tired, dirty, and pissed off because I had just started my period.  I didn’t have any tampons or pads, so at 3 am, I had to walk 3 blocks down the street to a 7-11.  Rather than take a shower and dress nicely, I just pulled on a pair of jeans, sandals and the dirty, smelly t-shirt I had been wearing under my uniform.  As I passed the first cross street, I saw police tape blocking off the street, and a body, covered with yellow plastic, lying in the middle of the street.  I have no idea what happened, but the cops were all over that block.  I continued toward the second cross street when I saw several people waiting at a bus stop.  One guy, sitting on a wall, made the “Hey Baby!” attempt on me, but I was on a mission to get tampons.  The 7-11 was in the middle of the third block.  I got my tampons and some chocolate, and headed back.  As I passed the bus stop, Romeo hopped down from the wall he was sitting on and fell into step beside me.  “Hey baby….how ya d…..” was as far as he got.  He made the mistake, the BIG mistake, of putting his hand on my elbow, as though he were escorting me somewhere.  I totally freaked out.  I started screaming at him, “Get your Fu**ing hand off of me!  Who the Hell do you thing you are!!  I’m not your Fu**ing BABY!! Do I look like one of your Fu**ing whores?  What the hell is your Fu**ing problem.  Get away from me or I’m going to kick your balls so far up your ass, you’ll have to cough to masturbate!!”  I swear, those were my exact words!  I have a very loud voice which the guys I work with will attest to.  No one has any trouble hearing me.  As I yelled those words at this cretin, I was advancing on him like I was ready to kill him.  I was.  He, seeing the danger he was in, held up both hands in front of him, and as he was back-pedaling, said something to the effect of ” I just wanted to know when the bus was leaving!”  At full volume, (loud enough to strip paint!), I told him “Look at the Fu**ing schedule, Ass Hole!”  I then took my tampons, and resumed my walk to the hotel.  As I crossed the last (cordoned off) street, I started to laugh.  The look on that idiot’s face was hilarious!  And I could only imagine what those cops would have thought if they had had to pull me off this guy.   I laughed all the way up to my hotel room.  When I saw myself in the mirror, I laughed even harder!  I was so dirty and greasy, he must have thought I was a waif.  I’ve never forgotten this.

Submitted by Chris

Author:

No Responses

Author comments are in a darker gray color for you to easily identify the posts author in the comments

Leave a Reply

Powered by WordPress