“You ignorant f***ing b****!!”
It took me a while to realise that he was shouting at me. I’m not entirely sure what I was supposed to have done, or not done, to warrant being verbally attacked.
The torrent of expletives coming from his mouth would indicate I’d done something truly horrendous, but I couldn’t have. I was just standing next to Freddy’s buggy on the bus, making sure it didn’t topple over. Fortunately his tirade came through the window, after he’d got off, and Polly innocently assumed that he must have been shouting at someone else.
I was massively shaken up afterwards, although had to be careful not to show it and frighten the kids. I’ve not felt that sketchy in a long time, looking over my shoulder in every shop we went in just in case he’d followed us. We are brainwashed by the media to believe that the boogey man is lurking behind every corner, and that terrorists are threatening to take away our freedom. That we should live in fear of people who don’t fit into society’s pigeon holes, but I think it’s people like him we need to worry about the most.
Who knows what this guy’s story is?
Perfectly ‘normal’ one minute, acting like a complete lunatic the next. A man who sees no wrong in shouting swear words at a mother in front of her two and seven year old children. The complete irony is that he made a big show of profusely thanking the bus driver.
“Hey look at me, I’m a good guy, I have manners. This woman here though, what a f***ing scumbag piece of s*** she is for wronging me!”
For what it’s worth, I don’t think he’s mentally ill, I think his problems are far worse. I’ve seen the look he had in his eyes many times before, and my theory is that his affliction is discontent. He feels like life has dealt him a dud hand, and he’s probably lapping up Daily Mail headlines feeding his hatred of the world and blaming all his problems on everyone else. Not a single shred of self awareness, or the ability to look in the mirror and realise that he makes his own life so much harder than it needs to be.
I’m so engrossed in my own deep dark memories now, that I’m probably not even describing him anymore
Still. I couldn’t relax until we got home, and I knew we were safe from this random.
These are the people we should live in fear of, not the paedos and terrorists. It’s the ‘normal’ folk we need to worry about.
Because if they’re wandering the streets thinking it’s perfectly acceptable to hurl abuse at mothers in front of their kids, what else are they capable of?