Last night I went to a convenience store. I was joking with one of the two female cashiers working the late night shift when this guy stormed in, shouting obscenities, totally agitated.
I was scaredsure he was on methamphetaminesdrunk and dangerous.
He was about 30 years old, of average height and weight. He was pacing, swearing repeatedly, saying he’s going to kill ‘this guy.’ Then he grabbed a glass bottle from the cooler. He said he would use it to smash in the other man’s skull; he wishes he had a gun on him; all this in a total rage.
I was too shocked to make out anything this man was yelling except for those scary threatsand I felt threatened.
So I kept my eyes on the short, stocky, black woman working behind the counter, wondering if she’s got some kind of alarm. I try to assess how scared she may be and able (or unable) to save my life. She’s hard to read: seems very calm and alert, listening and evaluating.
After some time, she slowly walked over to where the phone was, picked it up and dialed.
The guy temporarily stopped pacing, and shouting, and swinging his bottle. I waited for him to attack her. But before he had a chance, she calmly held out the receiver to him, clearly communicating that she wanted him to speak to whoever was on the other end. He looked perplexed. Her mouth barely formed the word ‘police.’ He took the phone and an outburst of insults and obscenities at the police began.
Now I was convinced the man was crazy. I glanced at the cashier again, but she remained undisturbed, yet tacitly acknowledged my implied question: “Does he really expect the police to come and help him out”? (talking about killing the other man with his bare hands, now?) But then maybe this will prompt the cops to get over here fast……and arrest this maniac.