December 29th, 2006
|nostalgicme||08:52 am - Uh.|
So. You go outside, without your big protector because you let him sleep since it's his day off. Everything's dandy. It's dark, but you're okay. You've been outside Ashberry in the dark before and everything is usually dandy.
You're scraping the frost off the driver side window and you hear people laughing. That's a lovely sound-- a friendly sound... right?
Suddenly they're not around the corner of the building away from the parking lot.
They're behind you. You realize they're drunk... and big.
What on earth do you do when a big native guy comes up to you and asks if you know where to get bootleg from [at 7:30 in the morning]? What do you do when a fat native woman comes up on the other side of you and asks for a ride to the trailer court?
What if you stammer and accidentally say "Okay/maybe" in fear that you'll get stabbed or something?
What if she said they were harmless and they're not like "savages" or anything.
You pretend you're still scraping while they're waiting, go to the driver's side, get in your van and drive the hell away; that's what.
I realize not all native people are hostile. I realize not all drunk people are coherent enough to stab you.
I would have given them a ride. Stupid as it is, I'm that kind of person. I just didn't want to get stabbed or the like.
Freaked the hell out of me.
Thank fuck nothing happened.
What the hell would it have been like getting held at knifepoint like some people in this community?
7:30 in the frickin morning? That is pathetic.
As I made my way to the windshield to pretend scraping, I heard a girl from the rest of the group near the other building tell the woman to "leave the poor girl alone" and I prayed she would listen.
As I got in my van to drive away, she was tapping on the window for me to unlock it. Fuck that.
Current Mood: scared
Ugh, glad you are alright. I've lived in Winnipeg now since 1998 so I haven't really been around Thompson besides visiting my family twice a year. Sounds like it's pretty much turned into a big reserve, sadly.
I like Thompson. I really do...
My sister is a Winnipeg girl now, for 4 years or so, and she's always trying to get me away from here.
When shit like that happens, I want to move. :/
My mom was walking alone near Canadian Tire, and that's a lovely hangout for drunks, and she was accosted by a group of guys. She's never going anywhere alone again, and neither am I.
She'd freak if I told her what happened, though. ._.;
Well, Winnipeg isn't any better. I've had a few run-ins with some undesirable people walking home from the U of W when I lived downtown. I mean, nothing bad has ever happened to me in Thompson. Besides the odd high school fist fight, I had a boring childhood there :)
Well I guess her area is pretty "safe". Hah..
I've heard the UofW is kind of bad. :/
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 01:16 am (UTC)|| |
half of my family has to deal with these kinds of people everyday.. Well not my brother anymore because he quit mall security and night patrol to become a plumber. My mom, however, works at the liquor store. I'm afraid she's going to get killed in a robbery or something... those guys are batshit crazy...
In all honesty, you probably did the right thing in simply leaving. Maybe it's just me, but any random stranger asking for a ride at 7:30 in the morning is just oddly suspicious to me...
Or maybe paranoia's kickin' in, who knows? In any case, at least nothing really bad happened.