February 11th 2013 21:00
Just after a week after I had that dreadful encounter with the woman with the pram was my chance to mention it to Edmund during our monthly catch up.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why is it when I scream at people I almost always get no response? Is it because they are scared?”
“Traumatised is more like it,” said Edmund. “They’re paralysed by fear.”
“Poor lady,” he continued.
“Poor lady? What about poor me? She was the one who picked a fight with me!”
“She could be a nice person.”
“Don’t give me that crap! She can’t be too nice a person if she went off at me like that. Actually, I wished I had gone further,” I said before repeating the line that was similar to The Chaser skit about dying children.
Edmund was shocked.
“That would have shut her up,” I said.
“What’s the point? You already said enough. Why would you have wanted to take it further?”
“Remember that time we were discussing that toxic workplace book and there was a part where the authors talked about karma in the form of the bully picking on someone who would retaliate by doing something so nasty that that person would never pick on another person again? Well, I want to be that person. I want to f*ck her day up just as she f*cked mine up.
“And I’m sick of all that Asian-must-be-an-easy-target stereotype. I’m the angry Asian. The one who fights back.”
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