She is at it again. The crazy masked woman on the tram is, along with other commuters, swinging her cane at me on Thursday. On a brighter note, at least she didn't call me a filthy pig fucker this time, so I guess you have to be grateful for small mercies. She gets off at the same stop and here is the same paradox repeating itself; as I am walking away from her she keeps yelling at me for me to keep away from her. Hindsight is a wonderful thing and the thought of running didn't cross my mind at all. Maybe thinking I shouldn't have to do this - this is insane.
Now this has happened on and off for months and I am tired of it. I rang public transport Victoria and they suggested calling the police. I don't want her arrested; all I want is for the mad witch to pull her head in.
One time I tried talking to the driver but he was resigned that there was nothing he could do, which makes me wonder what would happen if she succeeded in hitting me.
But really, enough with this shabby and violent attempt at social distancing. I even tried reasoning with her the other day, stating that she can't and shouldn't do this, but that amounted to nothing. Just the ramblings of a bitter old crow.
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