Neverthesame
Diamond Member
This was something that occurred years ago. Before I had PTSD, when I was still me.
The first job I ever had, was at a gas station. Miserable job, customers are umm. Special. Some are nice, some are jerks. Some are nice but come attached to jerks. Which leads me to the point.
This one day I remember this girl came in. She didn't look much older than 18. Really nice, just had that sort of vibe about her. A genuinely nice person. I took her order. I then noticed something that really bothered me about her. She had a rather prominent black eye. Sunglasses just don't cover those very well.
Looking past her I noticed the incredibly angry looking I assume boyfriend, in the passenger seat. By angry looking I mean angry at me. You know when a child is mad about something, they scrunch up their face to look as angry as humanly possible? That's what this guy was doing, at me. When a child does this, it's cute. When it's an 18 year old little asshole who for some reason thinks it's ok to punch his girlfriend in the face, it's rage inducing. Time to formulate a plan.
I didn't want to go off of a single dirty look, so I began to ask her if she would like any of the complimentary services that this company provides it's customers. Trying my best not to come off like I am flirting with her. I really wasn't. I also kept a close eye on him. She was very politely declining my offers, until the boyfriend said. "No, enough. Just the f*cking gas!" To this, she suddenly faced forward and shrunk into her seat. She looked terrified. I calmly said, "My apologies, they make ask all of that. (lie) No problem. Just the gas then? Coming right up."
After that, comes time to take the payment, till the order bring back the receipt. She paid (go figure). The entire time I am walking away from then back to her car, boyfriend is glaring at me. I hand her the receipt, then told her to take care of herself.
Now, time for me to put my devious plan into action.
I am not a big person, I definitely wasn't then. I had trouble staying over 100lbs. Fast metabolism, too much caffeine and nicotine. I was built like a coat rack. lol.
I walked around the car until I got around to the passenger side window. I could hear the boyfriend squawking at the girl. I don't know what he was saying, but he sounded annoyed.
I stopped, drew my arm back, WHAM! Hit the window as hard as I could. Didn't break it, but made a hell of a bang. (Perfect). I look in the car, boyfriend is now on the other side of the car, literally sitting on the girls lap. He looked terrified. I stood there for a couple of seconds, glaring at him.
I fully expected to have a very angry girl jump out of the car, yelling at me. Nope. She was sitting there, perfectly calm. While the boyfriend was trying to curl into a shaking little ball of terror. To my surprise, she actually gave me a little smile. Then calmly drove off. I never saw either of them again.
As amusing as the whole thing was. I have always kicked myself for having done that. The reason being that I have no idea what price she had to pay for that little shit boyfriend being emasculated by me. I really hope she was ok. I also wish there was something I could have done to actually help her. Just broke my heart to see that.
At least I got to give that little asshole a taste of the fear he instills, into the woman he beats. Piece of human garbage.
Anyway, I needed to vent this one out. It has been on my mind lately. Thanks anyone who reads this enormous wall-o-text.
The first job I ever had, was at a gas station. Miserable job, customers are umm. Special. Some are nice, some are jerks. Some are nice but come attached to jerks. Which leads me to the point.
This one day I remember this girl came in. She didn't look much older than 18. Really nice, just had that sort of vibe about her. A genuinely nice person. I took her order. I then noticed something that really bothered me about her. She had a rather prominent black eye. Sunglasses just don't cover those very well.
Looking past her I noticed the incredibly angry looking I assume boyfriend, in the passenger seat. By angry looking I mean angry at me. You know when a child is mad about something, they scrunch up their face to look as angry as humanly possible? That's what this guy was doing, at me. When a child does this, it's cute. When it's an 18 year old little asshole who for some reason thinks it's ok to punch his girlfriend in the face, it's rage inducing. Time to formulate a plan.
I didn't want to go off of a single dirty look, so I began to ask her if she would like any of the complimentary services that this company provides it's customers. Trying my best not to come off like I am flirting with her. I really wasn't. I also kept a close eye on him. She was very politely declining my offers, until the boyfriend said. "No, enough. Just the f*cking gas!" To this, she suddenly faced forward and shrunk into her seat. She looked terrified. I calmly said, "My apologies, they make ask all of that. (lie) No problem. Just the gas then? Coming right up."
After that, comes time to take the payment, till the order bring back the receipt. She paid (go figure). The entire time I am walking away from then back to her car, boyfriend is glaring at me. I hand her the receipt, then told her to take care of herself.
Now, time for me to put my devious plan into action.
I am not a big person, I definitely wasn't then. I had trouble staying over 100lbs. Fast metabolism, too much caffeine and nicotine. I was built like a coat rack. lol.
I walked around the car until I got around to the passenger side window. I could hear the boyfriend squawking at the girl. I don't know what he was saying, but he sounded annoyed.
I stopped, drew my arm back, WHAM! Hit the window as hard as I could. Didn't break it, but made a hell of a bang. (Perfect). I look in the car, boyfriend is now on the other side of the car, literally sitting on the girls lap. He looked terrified. I stood there for a couple of seconds, glaring at him.
I fully expected to have a very angry girl jump out of the car, yelling at me. Nope. She was sitting there, perfectly calm. While the boyfriend was trying to curl into a shaking little ball of terror. To my surprise, she actually gave me a little smile. Then calmly drove off. I never saw either of them again.
As amusing as the whole thing was. I have always kicked myself for having done that. The reason being that I have no idea what price she had to pay for that little shit boyfriend being emasculated by me. I really hope she was ok. I also wish there was something I could have done to actually help her. Just broke my heart to see that.
At least I got to give that little asshole a taste of the fear he instills, into the woman he beats. Piece of human garbage.
Anyway, I needed to vent this one out. It has been on my mind lately. Thanks anyone who reads this enormous wall-o-text.
