Back when I was living in NYC, I had an unfortunate encounter with an African-American woman who was just a bit on the far side of the “psychopathic bitch” line. I am thinking she crossed that line at about age 3 and just kept going until the moment I happen to come across her, about 50 years later.
My partner and I were on the F-train heading to work and, as is usual of the F-train, it was cram packed with people. We were standing in one of the sections between two sets of doors when this woman steps in and pushes her way to where we are.
At first nothing happen, because neither of us really saw her. We had gone a few more stops, when suddenly the train came to a quick stop, like someone hit the emergency brake, between stations. The sudden stop caused quite a few of us standing people to lose our footing, and my partner and I bumped into this woman’s backpack.
We both apologized, but she would have none of it. She went off on a tirade that lasted for the next 20 minutes until my partner came to his stop. She threatened to “pop” us “wonder bread, Crisco, faggots” right there on the train.
I was getting pissed, but she was nothing more than a mouthy bitch, so I just ignored her. This, of course, got her going even more. She got louder and more threatening between my partners stop and her own, and I could see the other passengers getting annoyed and/or nervous that she was actually going to do something on the train.
