(It’s been awhile, but here I’m back on the Dope again.)
I go to a writer’s group on Wednesday nights, and last evening there was some commotion as I left the library where we meet. I was with a Serbian lady that I usually give a lift home to since she doesn’t drive. There were three other members leaving the library too, which is on a side street, but not too far from a busy road.
As we walked towards our cars, there was suddenly a loud wail, and crying and screaming after that. A woman clutching a cell phone came around the corner of the building across the street, and she was just howling away.
Well, we just stopped and stared. A couple of other groups walking by did the same. If the others were thinking like me, they were think things like, “Ummmm…what?”
The crying woman was standing in the street now, and a car drove up to her and the driver hollered out the window, “Are you all right? Do you need help?”
The crying woman instantly calmed down a little and started a rambling story (loudly enough for everyone to hear) about some situation at her work, and how it had all blown up and now she had lost her job and so forth.
The driver of the car apparently didn’t want to stay for the whole story, and with some token assurances and lurching of brakes drove off, as we began walking past to our cars.
Once the driver was gone the woman started screaming and crying again.
We were all looking at each other and wondering what to do.
My Serbian friend with me said I should call the police, but I said that the woman hadn’t been attacked or anything, so I didn’t really think it was a matter for the police. My friend got a little miffed at me. (but not that much. We talked pleasantly on the way home.)
We all just got into our cars and drove home.
So, was my Serbian friend right to be annoyed at me? She thought we should at least go and talk to the woman, but I thought she had her cell phone and could talk to anyone she wanted. Yeah, I guess I didn’t want to get involved, but I don’t
think the woman was in any danger or anything. She was just really, really
upset.
The Serbian lady grumbled a little about American culture being so uncaring, and how in Serbia everyone would’ve come out of their houses to help this woman. But like I said, after a minute or two, we were talking like nothing had happened.
Thinking back, I guess I could’ve tried to offer the woman some sympathy since I know what a calamity losing a job can be. But to tell the truth I didn’t want to.
It was late, I wanted to go home, and all the other douchy excuses that apply to this situation were what I have used to salve my conscience since then.
I don’t know. Maybe I could’ve been a better person. But no one else was that much better. Even the person in the car drove away.
Just a little story that maybe I’ll use in our group.