Idiots in the city
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| Wed, 02-22-2006 - 4:05pm |
Sometimes I hate living in the city - and Denver's not even the "big city." It's pretty small and safe here. After what just happened, I'm not sure if I could handle someplace like Chicago or New York.
I just got verbally attacked on the street. I was walking down our pedestrian mall over lunch and I passed this guy. (I walk fast). Well, apparently this annoyed him and he sped up next to me. He kept pace with me for a few blocks and I could feel him looking at me.
It freaked me out a little, so I ducked into a store. He followed me into the store, and proceeded to follow me, saying, "Denver a*****e, stupid Denver a**.... You are a f'in dog. My girlfriend is 100 times prettier than you."
Yes, I was verbally attacked because I passed someone, WALKING down the street. I didn't bump the man or anything.
Well, now I'm embarrassed that it reduced me to tears. I left the vicinity immediately, and thankfully he stopped following me. It just made me feel unsafe in broad daylight in a city I know very well.
Can I go back to bed now? Sheesh.

Yep - I have had that happen more than once in Chicago. The best was when a man sat across from me on the subway pleasuring himself and staring at me. Then he followed me off of the train so I had to call one of my few friends with a car to pick me up so we could lose him and he couldn't follow me home.
Ah, the city. But I still wouldn't trade it.
I'm sorry that happened to you. I feel like being the man here and coming over and kicking some butt. Just a few obvious problems. It is a long drive, I have no idea what guy I should hit, AND I'm not actually a big fan of attacking strangers. Tell ya what... Get that guy's address and I will send him a strongly-worded letter. That will show him.
If it helps any, the antelope from yesterday were rude, too. They pooped all over the prairie. They acted like they live here or something. I even saw one of them giving me the evil eye. Just where do they get the nerve??? Damn rural life.
Also in Chicago and the crazies come out in force. Within the first 2 weeks of me living here, I had a homeless lady yell at the top of her lungs B***** at me just before I went down the steps to the red line. The entire block heard her! And then, my neighbor across the way wrote me a creepy letter saying he thinks I'm beautiful and graceful (yeah right) was "pleasuring himself" while watching me. Yay perverts!!
Sigh...Yep...I don't like Chicago sometimes. But I have to tough it out.
Rubyshoes
See, we have our share of homeless people who are mentally ill, and I'm totally used to them. They totally don't phase me anymore. There's one guy who runs around downtown with his guitar yelling at the top of his lungs (I mean yelling - buildings shake when he walks by) that we're all sinners and going to hell. He'll pick a different religious denomination to pick on and yell "D**n Mormons, d**n Protestants... Blood on your hands."
Another guy followed me for a block a few weeks ago yelling directly in my face that I should pay attention to him, and rambling nonsense. I didn't flinch.
The thing that caught me off guard with this guy is that he looked like any other businessperson walking down the street - so my guard was down. I know, don't judge a book by its cover - but this one got to me. The way he was so malicious with his words really got to me, too. Seemed like one of those psycho killers whose neighbors all say later "but he seemed like such a nice, normal guy."
If I had someone "pleasure himself" on the train in front of me, I'm pretty sure that's when I'd move. :) Or the neighbor - even worse!
ORSTG -- I'll take the pooping antelope any day. ANY DAY.
AJ, enjoying life with C.
My gosh, I am so sorry you had to deal with that. I have had my day ruined by these people a couple of times. Once, a man followed me around for 20 minutes yelling at the top of his lungs "Teresa is a fat bitch and has The Clap." My name is not Teresa and I don't have The Clap. Yikes!
By the way, I think the guy with the guitar is the same guy that asks me out every week. Nothing like a stinky, homeless, guitar-playing, anti-christ to make you feel good.
Ahhh, the big city!
Going to dream of antelope poop now...
Okay, that guy was really off.
The "crazies" bring us all closer together.
If it's the tall guy with long dark hair, a mustache and beard - it's the same guy. I'm surprised he ever talks to just one person at a time. Does he scream while he's
asking you out?
Eww. :)
AJ, enjoying life with C.