This will take me out of the running for the most admired doper, but I pulled a knife on a girl inside a passenger bus. I didn’t cut her or even invade her space. We were sitting beside each other and I took out my knife, slashed the back of the seats in front of us, and then put the knife away as quickly as I took it out.
I’m forced to ride public most of the time due to lack of parking space in our office building. I’m learning to ride a motorcycle right now but I’m far from qualified as yet. So I’m force to brave the usual hassles of public transport; like having to stand, or someone making a lot of noise with his/her phone while others are quiet, trying to catch a nap during the two-hour ride. It’s this last thing that gets me. Nearly everyone hates people who talk loudly on their phones inside the bus. It serves no purpose other than draw attention towards one’s self. You’ll know this, since the substance of the conversation is usually even more mundane and pointless than this here sub-forum. With most miscreants I turn in their direction and give them a Karate stare. That usually sends the message, especially with men. Women are more difficult since they count on one’s good sense to avoid arguing with those of the weaker sex. Well this girl didn’t just ignore my stares or grunts or specific requests, she just looked at me and smiled, as if challenging me to do something.
Now it’s not my nature to hurt or pick fights or scare people, especially girls. But this one looked like she was asking for it. What explains the incremental “volume increase” with each polite request I make? So out came the Spyderco military and I treated her to a flash of knife steel, and hand speed that would have scared a samurai warrior. I put the knife away, folded my arms and closed my eyes.
To her credit she tried to act calm, even ballsy. She said over her phone, “Hey I’ll call you later, I have to call my Dad.” She pressed a number, and talked to her mother, “Ma, is Dad still in the police station?” [ha! get a better script writer.] “Look, could you come over at ___ and pick me up? This bus I’m riding in is dangerous. I’ll text you about it. Yeah, at __. Make sure you’re there. I’m about 15 minutes away. Ok.”
Me, I finally got the silence I wanted but had to assess the situation. She hasn’t screamed or complained to the driver. There were mostly women and non-combative males around us (one reason I decided on my action.) And only she saw the knife. I’m pretty sure I’m safe even if she calls in SEAL Team 6. I’ll just get down and wait for another bus. So I sat calmly, eyes slightly droopy but head erect and menacing. She was now quiet, rubbing her hands and fingers together and putting both of them to her mouth. “Now did I finally scare you, babe?” I stood up and got down. I couldn’t resist a back glance and I saw the angry and slightly hurt look on her face.
I really regret doing it, OK babe? This is the first time I pulled a stunt like that. You’re a nice looking girl and you have nerve, as I said. But try to recall your common courtesies and don’t piss (old) people like me too much. You might be very unlucky with the next creep who sits beside you.
