I was all set to post another little story about packing out. It seems that's all I have on my mind these days. But first, I dropped a pile of old clothes and toys at Roundabout. Then I decided to go grab a bagel at Ms. Shanen's. Ran into some friends; had a lovely chat. I was feeling pretty cheerful when I stopped at the fruit lady's stand to stock up.
I got out of the car and happened to glance down the road I'd just driven. About 50 yards down, I saw a man and a woman fighting. He was dragging her down the road, away from me, and she was putting up quite a fight to avoid going with him. But he got her to his car and shoved her in forcibly. Then he drove away.
I stood there and watched. God help me, I didn't do a thing to intervene.
In the States, I could've called 911. I could've screamed and raised such a scene that people would've come running. But here: there's no 911. And all around me on the street, everyone else was going about their business, paying no attention to the woman. Was she being arrested? Was she being kidnapped? I have absolutely no idea. He shoved her into a private car, not a police car. But why?
I stood, and I watched, and when the car drove away (too far for me to even read the license plate), I turned and bought my fruit. The fruit lady said nothing about what had just transpired, and I didn't have the words to ask. I paid her, I thanked her, and I drove off.
Now I'm feeling awful. Just awful.