Last night, I was walking with two former students of mine that came to visit me. We were talking about their lives and loves. And they were asking about mine.
I was telling them about my husband something like...
"Well, his sister was coming from Kenya..."
Suddenly the woman walking in front of us whipped around, held her bag up in the air like she was going to punch me in the face with it, and screamed...
"Did you say my name? Are you talking about me with these bitches?"
I jumped back to avoid the blow and said...
"No! I didn't say your name."
She put her arm down and said...
"Oh."
and walked away.
Sheesh. So I tried to compose myself and go back to the conversation. We sat in the park and chatted for another half hour or so, and then my students said...
"Sorry, you were assaulted during our reunion. Do we need to escort you to the train station?"
I was fine. But I did notice that slightly crazy people seem exponentially more threatening after you've narrowly escaped being punched in the face.
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