Nutjob in Ladies Underwear

I wanted to hit the stores nice and early today because...well because I can't stand all the people when the stores are busy.  Makes me cranky.

I'm in The Bay at Southgate looking for a nice light robe because I want to bring a robe to the hospital with me next week.  I already have a robe, but it's big and fluffy and heavy and great for curling up on the couch with a good book, but not for dragging around a hospital.  I wanted something lighter.  And I was doing good too.  I was finding all kinds of different robes and sleepwear when a tiny little lady comes up to me and asks if I could follow her over to the underwear...which was only about 10 feet away....because she wanted a pair of underwear that was hanging on the wall and she couldn't reach them.  Awww.  Poor little short thing.  I said no.

Noooooo I didn't.  She was as sweet as pie and even though I could barely understand her her smile alone was enough to have me follow her.  I get her "do" pairs of underwear down, she shakes my hand, and just as I was about to hand her the underwear this man comes out of nowhere and slaps the underwear out of my hands and starts screaming at this tiny little lady.

What to do what to do.  He's screaming.  Screaming at the top of his lungs that he has been waiting "over there" for 15 minutes and then had to come looking for her because she wasn't coming at the specified time he had told her to come and she was making him wait and how could she be so stupid and so inconsiderate.....and everytime she went to answer he would raise his hand to her.

Good grief.  They had to be in their 60's.  I always get nationalities wrong so I'm guessing Pakistan?  Does it really matter though what nationality they were.  Mean is mean.  And of course the hair on the back of my neck stood up when the first hand went up.  What.  To.  Do.  Frick!

The lady went to say something again, his hand came up again and I calmly.....but with what I call that 'mom' tone, my kids will know what I'm talking about here.....said "Stop".  He stopped and turned to look at me.  Cripes I was standing right there looking at the underwear on the ground he so rudely smacked from my hands.  I prayed to the gene pool gods up above for making me 5'7" and then to the shoe gods up above for adding another good inch to my height, I looked him straight in his ugly old grizzled face, raised one eyebrow, smiled and again calmly said "Shhhhhh you old fool".

Obviously by the look on his face he thought I was completely mad.  I should have done a Michael Jackson dance to really top it off, but then that would make me completely mad.  And I'd probably pull something.

He stopped ranting and headed towards the door with his wife running behind him.  What else do you say.  I hope she's alright?  I hope she gets the help she needs to leave him?  I hope it has a happy ending?  Reality says at the age those two were, the best I might be able to hope for is she lives a really great life.....when he's dead.

Comments

[Debbie]

THE most amazing things happen to you. Holy Cow. Well, you handled it superbly, of course, and I love your last line. When he's dead. Too right.

[Heather]

Ohhhh That is SO sad...reminds me so much of my Grandpa...he passed away about 2 years ago. He was horrible to my Grandma and so demanding...he had to have dinner on the table at 5 sharp and he'd insult her in front of people. I always stood up for my Grams and would put him in his place. By the time he died her health wasn't too hot and she has slowly declined. She spent so many years taking care of him because he was blind and could barely get around and he'd still be so mean and ornery as ever. It makes me sad because she could of traveled and visited family like she wanted to but she couldn't because of him. They were married for 60 years...I don't know how she put up with him for all those years...

[Sirdar]

You said "NO"? Joy :-( Glad you got them for her anyway.

Different cultures treat women very differently. I was working at Dow Chemical and working late for a couple of weeks to get a design package out and talked to the janitor pretty much every night. He was from a central American country. One time we were talking when he blurted out "Did you know you can't beat your wife in Canada?"

I said..."Uhh ya". He went on to tell me that his friend beat his wife and the police charged him with assault. He didn't think that was right. Women are property in some countries. Very sad.