Yesterday was our fisical year end. So, at the end of a long day I went to the bank to put my deposits in the night drop as well as go to the ATM for some personal business.
Just as I got to the door, another gentlemen was slightly ahead of me and opened it first with his card (the door to the ATMs unlocks with your bankcard). Being the nice guy I am, I insist he goes first in. As we walk in, there is this drunk guy RIGHT IN THE FACE of this other guy that is already in there doing his banking. Dirty, smells bad (I could smell him as soon as I walked in), fly and pants button open. He is right in this guy’s face:
“GIVE ME SOME MONEY <mumble–mumble…> 10 DOLLARS!! HELP ME… GIVE ME MONEY… <mumbles in Cree or other aboriginal language>” The first guy just ignores him. He now moves to the other guy, the one who was just in front of me when I walked up to the bank. Same thing “FUCKING HELP ME OUT. GIVE ME $10. GIVE ME MONEY…”. He ignores him. By this time, 2 ladies walk in and are waiting in line with me (there are only the two machines). I don’t interfere… these 2 guys can take care of themselves.
The first guy pulls out a wad of $20s and proceeds to leave. Asshole Drunk Bastard (ADB) follows him out of the bank… “GIVE ME SOME FUCKING MONEY!!! <mumble-mumble>”… pants being barely held up. I do my ATM banking… probably about 1 minutes worth. Just as I go to leave, ADB starts yanking on the locked doors to try to get in… the ladies look concerned. So, as I leave he tries to walk past me into the ATM room, in which the 2 ladies now are alone. Fuck that. I’m not going to let him harrass 2 ladies.
As I walk through the doors I push him back away from the doors. He stumbles and almost falls to the ground. I make sure the door locks behind me. I now have to put my envelopes in the night drop. He stumbles towards me “HEY! I NEED MONEY! YOU GOT FUCKING MONEY IN <mumble-mumble> ENVELOPES… FUCK” He really gets in my face now. I’ve also got about $5K in cash in one of the envelopes and several more in cheques, so I’m not going even let him get close to them in my hand. So, I not so subtley push him into the brick wall. No, not enough to hurt him, but he’s so drunk it doesn’t matter. ADB stumbles and falls.
By this time the ladies should have been done their banking so I don’t care anymore, he wouldn’t get in to them regardles. So, I walk to my nearby parked vehicle. He follows me in his drunken stupor. “FUCKING MONEY… FUCK”. I’m by now very angry at this ass for persisting so much. I think to myself, if he kicks my Jeep as I get into it, I think I will kill him. I get into it. ADB just holds himself up by the parking meter and looks at me. I drive off.
Speaking as a formerly homeless man: I think it’s unfortunate that you weren’t presented with the excuse to give him a good hard kick. There’s no excuse for that kind of behavior.
I was thinking that you were running another new video show takeoff and beating up drunk bums and not paying them:)
You showed a lot more restraint than I would have. There isn’t much that is more annoying or scary than an obnoxious drunk. Also, allow me to offer a virtual handshake for your concern for the ladies. A lot of guys today would consider it “None of their business”, even if it entered their minds to think about them at all.
Each lady you see in potential trouble could be someone’s wife/mother so I try to look after them the way I hope someone would look after mine in the same situation. Nice to know there is a bit of old-fashionedness left:)
As a former boxer who can take out a guy with one punch, and a guy who’s been in a fair share of barfights while sober, drunks can be incredibly hard to take out. I’ve hit drunks with punches that would have pole-axed a mule only to have them barely break stride in their sentence. Drunk does not mean “not dangerous”.
Besides, there are some guys who have what I consider to be “old fashioned values”. You look out for women without assuming that they can take care of themselves. Yes, it pisses off some women, but so be it.
Shit, I don’t know… probably not. He was about 5’10 +/- 180lbs and they were nowhere near that. I’m about 6ft 220lbs. I am in a far better position to deal with him than they are/were. Maybe I should see if I can track them down and lock them all in a room together and find out.
Kudos to you, bernse, for looking out for the ladies’ welfare
I had to push a drunken man once. He appeared to be homeless, too. Oddly enough, it happened at an ATM. He wasn’t begging but he was hovering about being quite lewd. After completing my transaction, I was walking back to my car and he started following me. He was a slight man and seemed harmless but he followed me right to my car door! I asked (more like demanded him) to back away but he kept lurching forward and saying the some pretty sick shit. Finally, I decided I could push him, jump in the car, lock the door, start the car and drive away before he could recover. I gave him such a shove that I almost fell (I was wearing 3.75" heels) along with him.
The funny thing is, all I could think about was getting home and washing my hands. When I told my husband he was SO pissed. I was never really scared until he started telling me all the things that could have gone wrong. As far as he’s concerned, I never really appreciate the gravity of dangerous situations because I’m not a trained professional like he is.
I got off work yesterday and was exhausted and hungry (I’m a bartender). So I get home, grab a quick snack (bit my damned tongue wolfing it down), get my dog for his evening walk, and stroll down to the ATM to deposit my tips.
Anyway, my dog sees a poodle, wiggles out of his collar, and takes off after it. I’m distraught at this point. I’m screaming for my dog, asking the people there to help me find him.
“Mannie! I need Mannie,” I cry. Thoughtless bastards don’t bother helping me look for him. I even offer $10 for them to help me find him, but the some asshole just pushes me into a wall and screeches of in his Jeep.
