What the hell is going on??
Joe and I were innocently standing and waiting for the elevator when a woman came into the lobby. She strode up to me and asked if I lived in the apartment above her. We compared numbers and, yes, I did. She then shouted at me.
SHOUTED AT ME.
If anyone thinks that writing in capitals is the same as shouting at someone ... wrong.
JUST WHAT ARE YOU DROPPING ON THE FLOOR ALL THE TIME. ALL DAY. ALL NIGHT. IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU ARE DROPPING MARBLES CONSTANTLY.
I was taken aback.
Joe spoke up, not having been assaulted by her anger he was quicker to speak, "We hear that all the time too, we think it's from upstairs."
Now, in fact, it isn't all the time, it's sometimes, it's random, its background noise to me, I only hear it when it's pointed out. But apparently this woman is losing her marbles because someone seems to be dropping them.
After Joe spoke I sputtered into action, being on the defensive, I agreed with him that I hear it too and that like him I thought it came from upstairs.
Just then the building superintendent came along and the woman who lives downstairs, her actions make it impossible to call her a neighbour, said angrily, "I was just about to whack him," indicating me, "upside the head for constantly dropping things."
The elevator came and she got on with the superintendent continuing her rant about marbles.
I got upstairs.
Ramped up again.
How freaking dare she?
Firstly, shouldn't people speak to, question, investigate a little before lobbing an accusation. Secondly, is it ever OK to suggest that violence is part of the solution?
Don't tell me that she was just speaking figuratively.
I don't buy that shit.
Since becoming disabled I have come recognise the vulnerability that comes with the territory. I don't like threats, idle or not.
I told Joe that I intended to write her a note telling her I didn't like her presumption, her tone and her implied threat of violence and that my disability didn't give her the right to act with such rudeness.
Yeah, I think disability plays into it.
She knows that Joe and I live together but it was me she approached, probably because we constantly drop things with our weak little grasps us disabled people, not Joe.It was me she shouted at, not Joe. It was me she threatened with violence, not Joe.
So, I want to write her a note, tell her that I've gathered my thoughts up and HERE THEY ARE.
But Joe thinks that this will just escalate things.
We had an, ummm, heated debate about this.
We agreed to abide by your opinions. Simple majority will do it.
Write or Let it Go.