Elevator rage.
I'm waiting for the elevator after lunch. Also waiting is a mother with 4 young'uns, and a tall twitchy indigenous cunt. Door opens, I'm waiting for the family to get on and the twitchy cunt roughly pushes them aside and gets on. They move away from the door, so I move to enter. I'm not waiting and this rude cunt needs a word.
He puts up his arm and is trying to push me out cussing at me and saying "I ride alone, don't come on here unless you want to be killed." I tell him it was a public elevator and using my substantial mental health training I took his arm at wrist and elbow and moved him into the corner of the car until the doors closed. Then I let him up. He's still full on screaming, swearing and making threats but this time he will "end me." I respond forcefully but politely in asking him to please make a move. He doesn't, the doors open, he gets off but just as the doors begin to close he tells me he would never sleep with a daughter of mine because she is diseased and tries to spit at me. But he's got dry mouth and only a bit of spittle dribbled out. I laughed, stopped the doors from closing and walked out towards him. He ran into a dental office so I got back on and went up to the office.
The odd thing for me was how this interaction was wrapped all around with a feeling of peacefulness. I rang my wife to tell her about it and the first thing she asked was if he had thrown a punch. I said he didn't. She said "too bad."
Goddamn I love this woman.
I'm thinking I should post a poll asking if I am not, semi- or full-on Pimpy.
