People seem to be flipping out more and more these days.
So I’m sitting there at a cubicle in the library, at a computer, screwing around on my Facebook page, and minding my own business (what could possibly go wrong?). The person sitting at the cubicle next to me is this little chick with a shaved head. She looks like she’s about 17 or 18. And she’s got all of her stuff in one of those luggage-on-wheels things. So I got her pegged as a homeless teenage runaway type. But who knows.
So anyways, when her session at the computer ends, she suddenly bolts up from her chair, knocking her chair over, and then she slams her luggage thing to the floor, which makes this loud WHACKING!! sound. That gets everyone’s attention.
Then she takes her cellphone and some other stuff on her table and throws it against the wall. Smashing it to bits. She’s got tears in her eyes, she’s crying, she’s obviously upset about something. Did she recently suffer a traumatic experience? Or is she just nuts? Who knows. All I know is that she’s nutting up right next to me.
She starts to leave, slamming her luggage thing on the floor with every step. But then she comes running back to her cubicle (and at me). Takes some more stuff from her table and smashes that against the wall. She repeats this process 2 or 3 more times where she starts to leave and then comes rushing back to smash up more stuff.
I’m giving her a sympathetic look. I feel bad for her, and wish there was something I could say or do that would make her feel better. But I’m also looking to make sure she doesn’t have any sharp objects in her hands.
Then she takes out a big bag of shelled peanuts and starts throwing them at us. This old guy who is sitting across from me — who is taking the brunt of her peanut assault — starts to complain.
“Hey! I’m just sitting here at my computer! I don’t deserve to be pelted with peanuts!”
But that only pisses her off even more. She throws some more peanuts at him, shouting over and over:
“YOU THINK YOU’RE INSULTED?? YOU THINK YOU’RE ASSAULTED?? YOU THINK YOU’RE INSULTED?? YOU THINK YOU’RE ASSAULTED??
“Quit it,” whines the old guy. “Where the heck are the security guards when you really need them?”
She smashes one more item against the wall for good measure. And then FINALLY makes her exit. I hear her going down the steps, loudly whacking her luggage thing on every step.
And I went back to screwing around on my Facebook page.