This Just Happened Sunday 1 Dec 2013 at about 13:13 at Offutt AFB Commissary —
So I’m standing in the bread aisle complaining to my wife about how my cell phone’s battery has begun draining too quickly as of last night. My son Keelan reports that I said, “This is bullshit.” A woman in a puffy off-white parka with faux-fur hood, expensive purse dangling from the crook of her forearm, hair coiffed but coming undone, it being a cold winter blowy Sunday, interrupted and said, “Could you please watch your language around my children?” I saw this shivering, obviously-abused 6 – 8 year old boy in a torn, dirty black tee shirt with no jacket or sweater and ripped, black jeans, standing there looking ashamed. He was skinny like he didn’t eat regularly and his hair was cropped painfully close in a buzz cut less for fashion than so daddy won’t think he’s one uh them queers. I looked her in the eye and said, “Uh, no, I don’t think so,” and turned to continue talking to my wife about the phone. Ignored her, essentially. My vocal tone was one intended to let her know she was being rude interrupting us and that we weren’t impressed by her display of xtian training.
Next thing I know, she’s shoving by me, saying, “ExCUSE me,” and digging an elbow into my kidney.
“That’s assault and battery, man,” I said to my son, marveling that anyone would do that. The bitch laughed and sneered so I said, louder, “And I’m an old man with kidney problems.”
She sailed away triumphant, doing her church proud.
Thing is, it really did hurt. She delivered some kind of taekwondo blow or something. She intended to hurt me and succeeded.
Still hurts right now.
Entitlement, the smug assurance that they own the world, and the lack of respect, manners, or fear that only psychopaths can display, that’s breeder xtian officer wives for you. It is Dominionist xtian insanity. This is becoming typical, but it’s the first time I was the victim of assault and battery in the bread aisle because of it.
Yes, I should have detained her, called the cops, and pressed charges. Not that it would have helped in that culture; I’d have been pegged as a trouble-making old geezer crank. Now if I piss blood I’ll just have to take it. Really hope there is no actual damage.
There is no moral to this story. Hell, it’s not a story, just an incident in the life of a non-xtian non-capitalist in a world that tolerates crazy in the name of religion and money.
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