Midnight in Ohio
12:00 am. The streets are dark. Someone knocks at my door’s house. While wearing a pajama is not a deterrent for fighting the present, I wonder who, at midnight could be interested in knocking at my door. Burglars don’t knock, right? But in America who knows? I open.
A man wearing a red cap covering his ears and with a week-old beard appears to be the causative agent.
-Do you have my number? Rudely he asks me. At the beginning I think is some random beggard, but after some scanning seconds, my brain tells me otherwise: “he might be your accros-the-street neighbour”
-Sorry? I answer.
-Did I give you my number? After a small pause he adds: look, I’m not good at this…This night…He proceeds with hate-induced shortcuts:
–This night…some –he stares at my with an all-too-familiar psicopathic face. –Some son of…threw an egg to my windows….An egg to my windows…and…Did I give you my phone number??
At this point I am absolutely blabergaested. The adrenaline flows in my body like waves in a tsunami. Apparently this asshole is treating me like I just threw an egg to his home’s window!
-No, I answer…What number?
-Look, I am really not good at this, but you know…my son was sleeping next to that window, and they crack it… and…. if they ever…ever, spread glass over him…glass…I would…I…Then he bites his lower lip in a clear sign of ultimate and resolute hatefulness. Its pretty scary, and my pajama doesn’t help. Its cold outside, and I am artificially starting to shiver. I don’t know how to react…
-Look, I didn’t throw any egg to your window, but you are acting as I did! I tell him while somehow I put the adrenaline rivers under control.
I don’t remember exactly what kind of lame justification he gave me, but the man turns out to behave extremely rude, and he just proceeds with his soliloquy:
-If they are brave enough and come to tell me “I throw the egg”, that’s what I want, you know, because that’s not something they should do to my home or yours…If they come and tell me the truht, then I would show’em…!
After about 5 minutes of free spectacle, the fella starts looking pathetic. It’s a kind of frustated self-inflicted fake hope guy. I was so close to mock at him: “Come on man, get real and don’t waste my time, go home, please, I already filled my daily ratio of bull!!” But because I was wondering if he was concealing a gun, and this is Ohio and 98% of the population will answer “Call the police” to the question “What would you do if someone knocks at your door at midnight?” I restrained my desire.
A man wearing a red cap covering his ears and with a week-old beard appears to be the causative agent.
-Do you have my number? Rudely he asks me. At the beginning I think is some random beggard, but after some scanning seconds, my brain tells me otherwise: “he might be your accros-the-street neighbour”
-Sorry? I answer.
-Did I give you my number? After a small pause he adds: look, I’m not good at this…This night…He proceeds with hate-induced shortcuts:
–This night…some –he stares at my with an all-too-familiar psicopathic face. –Some son of…threw an egg to my windows….An egg to my windows…and…Did I give you my phone number??
At this point I am absolutely blabergaested. The adrenaline flows in my body like waves in a tsunami. Apparently this asshole is treating me like I just threw an egg to his home’s window!
-No, I answer…What number?
-Look, I am really not good at this, but you know…my son was sleeping next to that window, and they crack it… and…. if they ever…ever, spread glass over him…glass…I would…I…Then he bites his lower lip in a clear sign of ultimate and resolute hatefulness. Its pretty scary, and my pajama doesn’t help. Its cold outside, and I am artificially starting to shiver. I don’t know how to react…
-Look, I didn’t throw any egg to your window, but you are acting as I did! I tell him while somehow I put the adrenaline rivers under control.
I don’t remember exactly what kind of lame justification he gave me, but the man turns out to behave extremely rude, and he just proceeds with his soliloquy:
-If they are brave enough and come to tell me “I throw the egg”, that’s what I want, you know, because that’s not something they should do to my home or yours…If they come and tell me the truht, then I would show’em…!
After about 5 minutes of free spectacle, the fella starts looking pathetic. It’s a kind of frustated self-inflicted fake hope guy. I was so close to mock at him: “Come on man, get real and don’t waste my time, go home, please, I already filled my daily ratio of bull!!” But because I was wondering if he was concealing a gun, and this is Ohio and 98% of the population will answer “Call the police” to the question “What would you do if someone knocks at your door at midnight?” I restrained my desire.