I was eating my chips enjoying the sun and watching the Homeland Security SUV’s cruise up and down 2nd Ave early this week at my bus stop.
They’ve got a routine, the white SUV with the Homeland Security logo circles the block twice and when the white SUV rolls through the intersection the second time a black Homeland Security SUV passes it and then about ten minutes later they do it all over again.
So what could possibly distract me from this intracate Traffic Ballet?
A guy with a hammer.
There’s a guy with a hammer following two guys wearing suits and he’s asking how’d they’d like a taste of it up long side their heads.
He’s waving the hammer in their faces and both these guys are looking at everyone standing along side the wall and wondering if we’re all going to stand there and do nothing
There were enough cell phones at that bus stop to circle the planet twice and no… nobody called for help- big surprise. I don’t have a phone on me and when I turned to a guy next to me he looked in the other direction.
So for whatever reason the guy with the hammer lets these two guys go and turns around and does the same thing to a couple of other guys who were standing at the bus stop NOT calling for help and he’s screaming about how he’s sick of ‘ you all’ and he starts waving the hammer some more.
Then he turns and looks right at me.
I’m back up against a wall and I figure he’s got the hammer and I’ve got nowhere to go. And from what I’ve seen we’re all on our own here. So I shove my little bag of chips into my book bag and I keep my eye on his right shoulder.
Then I step forward a little and decide that if he comes at me I’ll have to kneecap him with the heel of my foot- and you know that’s nothing compared to a hammer but…
It was a plan.
Then he raises the hammer up, looks through me and turns and goes screaming down the street about how all he ever wanted was some respect.
I look around.
There are four grown men who look like they’re going to start crying ( heck no I don’t think that’s funny ) there’s a bunch of people trying to find something to look at except for these four men who are falling apart right in front of us… then there’s me.
I grab what’s left of my chips out of my book bag and start munching.
I’m still mad about this entire thing and I’m not even sure why.
amm
Irregular Bones 
Incredible.
He probably actually didn’t look right through you but into you, and met his match.
Mad, because of the adrenaline? Mad, because of the lack of response? Mad because you felt his rage that no one responds to him, are you to sick of ‘you all’ that do nothing?
Hi Steph
Thanks for stopping by.
I’ d have to say I think it’s the last thing you said…about how I’m sick of the ‘ you all’ that stand around and do nothing.
I just don’t get it.
amm
Frac.
You need a phone. Glad it turned out the way it did.
what flavor chips? :joke attempt:
glad that you are ok.
the world is full of hammers wielding maniacs and cowards. continue to be alert and always try to formulate a plan.
even if it is the tried and true “atomic heel drop to the knee”
hope you have better days soon
Hello Fracas
I haven’t carried a phone since I stopped working as a Mortician…but it probably wouldn’t hurt to have one now
Hi Charles-
They were chilli flavored Fritos- not even a hammer wielding maniac could make me put those down…and that’s no joke 🙂
For the most part though…my days are good.
Intense but good.
Thank you both for stopping around.
amm
Good grief! Your spine-snappin’ grandma had your back, that’s for sure.
Y’know, in a way I understand why no one called for help– heck, they’d have probably gotten sued by the hammer wielding dude.
Glad you’re okay.
L.
Hi Lori,
Maybe so….but there was a lot of scared witless commuters on that corner.
LOTS.
amm
i know why. you’re still mad I mean.
interesting event, well told.
hey, it had sort of an ending
Anita Marie, you are brave and fearless.
Wow, what irony, the Homeland Security guys doing their thing while some guy terrorizes a group of people right there.
I guess all their hard work is really paying off big time, huh?
Hi Kitty,
On the slow days I’ll go up to the black SUV ( it’s always parked across the street from where the Washington State Dems Office is…for real) that’s not marked and tap on the window ( which is tinted ) until they roll it down and ask where the nearest Crispy Cream is.
I can’t help it.
But they always know the answer 😉
amm
Man, oh, man, I would love to spend a day in Seattle with you, Anita Marie. LOL.
Wow.
You’re a brave brave person Kitty.
amm