This morning I did something out of character. I started a row with a man on the street.
I was queuing up outside the Co-Op at the cashpoint and a man was
haranguing the lovely Big Issue seller lady (who speaks almost no
English) about getting a job.
Being a regular I signalled to her that once I had my money I’g go in and get some change and buy a copy on the way out.
While I was in the Co-Op I could hear the man continuing to shout at the vendor.
So, I came out, bought my copy.
And then to my astonishment he asked me if I had any more money to spare for her.
At this point I was full to bursting with righteous indignation and
vented at him. I can’t remember what I said – but I think that it was
neither articulate nor nice.
It was only as I ran off to the the waiting bus that it occurred to me: quite simply the man was not all there.
I have just shouted unpleasant things in the street at a man with mental problems.
I feel dreadful.
