Oct 15th 2015, 0:48:37
Backdrop: I live in Washington State. The Eastern (sane) half. I own a company that does work for some customers in California (to as far South as San Jose). Today I was doing a job at a convenience store in San Leandro (SF area)
So, I go out to my car to grab some fresh batteries, and while I'm getting them I hear angry shouting. As I'm walking back towards the front door of the store, I see a small sports car parked at one of the pumps. A woman is standing outside the passenger door. Suddenly, a dude probably about 6' tall and 250 pounds of what appeared to be all muscle bursts out of the driver's door, runs around the back of the car, and punches the woman in the back of the head. She fell to the ground like a bag of rocks and just laid there while he stood over her screaming "YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH A BOTTLE, YOU fluff!"
Now, that's not what makes me wonder about Californians. Every state has roid-raging assholes. But the events of the next few minutes really left me shaking my head in disbelief.
I hurry into the store and tell the woman working the register, "Hey, some guy is beating up a woman in your parking lot"
She just stares at me.
"He punched her in the back of the head and knocked her out cold"
Again, blank stare.
Finally, not believing I actually had to say this, "Um.... do you want to call the cops?"
She shakes her head and says "No"
What in the actual fluff. Ok, so I look around the store and there are three guys and one woman waiting to be rung up. All of the men are I'm guessing between the ages of 30 and 50... one about my size (5'10", 210) one a little bigger, and one short scrawny dude. Everybody is just gawking out the front window of the store at the show. I walk back towards the front door and as I get there, turn to see who is coming with me. NOBODY! All of the "men" are just standing there looking at me like "Wow, this long-haired dipfluff is going to get HIS ass kicked TOO"
I shrugged and resigned myself to the fact that for the first time in my 44 years of life, I'm probably going to be hospitalized today. Bottlegirl is conscious now. As I open the front door, she and Roidger get back into the car and speed off.
I just couldn't believe the way the people in the store acted. Where I'm from, if a jackass does something like that to a woman in the presence of four able-bodied men, there's no WAY he's getting out of the situation with all of his face still arranged properly.
So, I go out to my car to grab some fresh batteries, and while I'm getting them I hear angry shouting. As I'm walking back towards the front door of the store, I see a small sports car parked at one of the pumps. A woman is standing outside the passenger door. Suddenly, a dude probably about 6' tall and 250 pounds of what appeared to be all muscle bursts out of the driver's door, runs around the back of the car, and punches the woman in the back of the head. She fell to the ground like a bag of rocks and just laid there while he stood over her screaming "YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH A BOTTLE, YOU fluff!"
Now, that's not what makes me wonder about Californians. Every state has roid-raging assholes. But the events of the next few minutes really left me shaking my head in disbelief.
I hurry into the store and tell the woman working the register, "Hey, some guy is beating up a woman in your parking lot"
She just stares at me.
"He punched her in the back of the head and knocked her out cold"
Again, blank stare.
Finally, not believing I actually had to say this, "Um.... do you want to call the cops?"
She shakes her head and says "No"
What in the actual fluff. Ok, so I look around the store and there are three guys and one woman waiting to be rung up. All of the men are I'm guessing between the ages of 30 and 50... one about my size (5'10", 210) one a little bigger, and one short scrawny dude. Everybody is just gawking out the front window of the store at the show. I walk back towards the front door and as I get there, turn to see who is coming with me. NOBODY! All of the "men" are just standing there looking at me like "Wow, this long-haired dipfluff is going to get HIS ass kicked TOO"
I shrugged and resigned myself to the fact that for the first time in my 44 years of life, I'm probably going to be hospitalized today. Bottlegirl is conscious now. As I open the front door, she and Roidger get back into the car and speed off.
I just couldn't believe the way the people in the store acted. Where I'm from, if a jackass does something like that to a woman in the presence of four able-bodied men, there's no WAY he's getting out of the situation with all of his face still arranged properly.