Odd occurence from tonight, and storytelling time

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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On my way from downtown Pittsburgh to home, there’s a bar.
The bar’s name is Bolo’s, and usually it is a very quiet bar.
In front of this bar is a sidewalk, and across the sidewalk is a planter, with high walls, appropriate for sitting on.

Normally, this planter is only used during lunch hours, when suits and suitettes eat their pre-packed nutrition-filled yogurt, sandwich, and salad lunches upon it. And that only in Spring/Summer, for reasons that are hopefully clear.

Normally, I walk by planter/bar at about 8PM. Normally, there is very, very little going on at planter/bar at 8PM, regardless of the season.

Therefore, tonight I was a bit stupified to see a 20-something blond woman of European decent rush out of Bolo’s, head in hands, crying like she had just received word that there would be no tomorrow. Further surprised (though less so) to see said female sit on the planter’s high wall, and continue with the wailing-and-nashing-of-teeth routine.

By nature I am a Concerned Citizen. Public crying of persons over the age of 10 automatically arouses sympathy in me. I therefore approached the wailing woman. I also made a critical error. I didn’t enter the situation with a clear battleplan. What follows is the conversation.

**Me:**Are you … ok? Maybe?
Her:(sobbing)
**Me:**You want someone to talk to?
Her: JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, GODDAMNIT!
Me:(quietly slinks away)

Seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of Bolo’s front window breaking, followed by other, alternate glass hitting concrete.
To the best of my knowledge, Bolo’s floor is wooden.
There was no change in the wailing.
I did not look back.

So now’s your chance to join in the act. I’m curious on the following points, which you can feel free to imagine, however they play out in your heads.

  1. What preceeded the woman running from Bolo’s? I think it’s fairly obvious it involves a guy, but you can use your own judgement.

  2. Was the screamed invective of solitary preference merely the reptile brain kicking in, i.e. too angry to be helped? Or was something else going on?

  3. What the hell happened back there as I slunk(?) away? If you’re going for the obvious (guy inside chucks glass through window at fled female) I’d definately appreciate an explanation of the lack of wail alteration. You’d think large heavy glass objects flying towards you would change your perspective, regardless of your current mental state.

  4. Presume (or don’t) that all of this cools off for the woman in a few hours/days. How will I be described when she retells the story (if she will?)

Plavacek

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  1. You registered, if at all, as a tiny blip on her radar. She may have thought you were the person she ran out of the bar to avoid. And so, you will get no special role in her telling of the tale.
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peri:
That’s actually best-case-scenario in my book :slight_smile: Being forgotten would be highly preferable to “And then some FREAK tried to talk to me and …”

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Could be that someone was thrown out the window.

Which would hurt just a bit.:wink: