Jen and I were leaving Walmart. Naturally, this introduction leads to all sorts of wild possibilities, but highly probable that it’s either bad, and/or funny.
And this is one of those Walmarts, that Jen doesn’t go to alone, nor would I want her to go alone, interpret that however you may. But we’re on our way out, and about two feet away from me, comes the sound of a thrown object hitting the asphalt. In this case, the object was none other than a cup from a McDonalds, and it was thrown from the driver’s window of a minivan. Now I didn’t have my glasses or contacts on, but Jen tells me it was a white-trash looking woman; regardless of this information, I glared at this person, and they appeared to be staring right back at me, as the power window began raising. We walked back to the car, and left.
This is one of those instances in which I really wish I did something other than walk away. And because I didn’t, I was fuming mad, and I wouldn’t be writing about it now otherwise. Hell, if I did something cool, I’d probably be writing about that as well.
I thought about how I wanted to nonchalantly pick up her cup. From here, the fantasy could have gone so many other directions; kill with kindness, and kindly let the obese heifer know that she “dropped” her McDonalds cup and force it back into her window, or do I rear back, wind up, and deliver a fastball down the pipe? Do I throw with the left hand or right hand? Is her window up in time, or is it still down? If it’s up, do I generate enough force to possibly break her window?
These are all questions that I will never answer, because I chose to not act upon these impulses. Because, I am a trained denizen of modern society that realizes the risk of enforcing retaliation for an act of vandalism would likely result in me getting arrested. Which doesn’t make me any happier, because I feel that if I punished someone for committing a crime, I’d still be the one charged with assault or something ludicrous as such.
I have to ask, just what am I supposed to do in such a situation? If it were to ever occur again, I know I’m not going to walk away, but just what can be done without the possibility of me getting reprimanded? It’s a fucking Walmart parking lot, which usually has a cop on it any time after dark, but what cop wants to deal with some tattle-tale narc-ing on someone who’s “just” littering?
Needless to say, one tiny event like this got me quite worked up. A feeling of dissatisfaction at not acting when I had the chance. A feeling of despair at knowing that real justice would likely have never occurred. A feeling of disgust at the worthless piece of human trash that did such a negligent, careless act. Given my current state of depression and frustration, I felt dangerously close to teetering over the edge, but was still held back by what felt like one last layer of restraint.
I hate saying it, because it sounds so teen-angst, but it’s the littlest things like this that really makes me hate people in general, and I have so little faith for our species when there is so many worthless dregs weighing down society.
It might sound cliche, but if there is a next time, that I am in similar circumstances, I’m not going to be walking away.
