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Sitting in Panera bread, working on recreating a new profile. I then heard the elevated voice of a guy shouting angrily at a girl who just got off work. I looked up and saw them standing in the lobby area in front of the counter. She seemed stressed; at the very least it was clear she was not wanting to get into an argument with this guy who was behaving like he was about to go out of control.
"You want to talk sh**, come on! Right here. Come on! Let's go!"
She tried turning to walk away, but he blocked her path and kept egging her on. The three girls still occupying their positions behind the counter just stood there staring curiously at the spectacle. What were they thinking??? I got up and walked past the scene to ask them for a phone.
"Huh? Wha?"
To call the cops. Call the cops!
They just stared in uneasy protest. "Why?"
I'm not waiting until violence breaks out to call them. This guy and I are about equal size, and if he tries something, I want to know the police are already on their way. Just the fact that they've been called is often enough of a deterrent to prevent something terrible from happening.
Seeing they weren't ready to respond, I grabbed my phone in hand, and gestured to display my intent... I really don't know what else I was going to do at that point. There was no way I could have been able to look up the cops' phone number in my little blackberry in time.
The guy saw me standing there, the number of people staring at what he was doing, and then left shortly thereafter.
I've hated... hated domestic violence as a kid, and it angers me even more when people stand around waiting for something unthinkable to happen before they think, "Hey, maybe we should, like... call the police, or something."
That poor girl is sobbing. I hope she doesn't have to go home to that jerk.
"You want to talk sh**, come on! Right here. Come on! Let's go!"
She tried turning to walk away, but he blocked her path and kept egging her on. The three girls still occupying their positions behind the counter just stood there staring curiously at the spectacle. What were they thinking??? I got up and walked past the scene to ask them for a phone.
"Huh? Wha?"
To call the cops. Call the cops!
They just stared in uneasy protest. "Why?"
I'm not waiting until violence breaks out to call them. This guy and I are about equal size, and if he tries something, I want to know the police are already on their way. Just the fact that they've been called is often enough of a deterrent to prevent something terrible from happening.
Seeing they weren't ready to respond, I grabbed my phone in hand, and gestured to display my intent... I really don't know what else I was going to do at that point. There was no way I could have been able to look up the cops' phone number in my little blackberry in time.
The guy saw me standing there, the number of people staring at what he was doing, and then left shortly thereafter.
I've hated... hated domestic violence as a kid, and it angers me even more when people stand around waiting for something unthinkable to happen before they think, "Hey, maybe we should, like... call the police, or something."
That poor girl is sobbing. I hope she doesn't have to go home to that jerk.