Oh god, I didn’t need to see this today. Last night I watched a woman (who was sitting quietly, not causing trouble) be tackled and handcuffed by a security guard inside the bus station. His reasoning was she’d been there too long. The asshole guard called the cops, and it just escalated from there. There’s more to the story, I’m just too angry still to get into more detail. Anyway, in the end, they took her in, and I can’t stop wondering where she is now.
Sorry for the wall of text, I just needed to get it off my chest. I only recently moved to the city from a small, quiet suburb, so I’d never seen this kind of thing firsthand before. It sucked. I wanted to say or do something, but I just stayed feet and watched, bc it seemed like anything I could do would only make the situation worse. It was the same kind of helplessness I used to feel growing up with an abusive parent.
After the cops left, everybody in the station just kind of stood there and shared a collective sick sigh at how wrong the whole thing was. I love my city to death, but I have to wonder, how do people cope with seeing things like this? What do you do with it?
Oh yeah. Maybe it’s because I’m still in the just-got-my-first-credit-card phase, but damn I love that little piece of plastic. I’m clumsy and suck at using cash, but I feel so graceful with a card.