Friday night, technically Valentines day ('round 2 a.m.), while I was driving the drunk bus around town, two girls got on downtown. They sat in separate seats, appearing to be complacent strangers. That soon changed, however, when they started texting each other, followed by a small, alcohol-fueled catfight. I certainly don’t know the intimate details of the scuffle, but I was able to catch some lines like, “Some best friend you are you fucking cunt,” and, “how could you do that to me your whore?”
After the scratching ended, the only other passenger on the bus goes to sit with one of the girls, who at this point was crying her eyes out monsoon style. He put his arms around her, offering support and a shoulder to cry on. But damn if the only thing he was looking at the whole time was her excessive cleavage. And why would he be smiling so much is he was really worried about her well-being?
Once I reached the last stop, they filed off the bus. As waterworks and her good samaritan walked past, I heard him say, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you to your room and take care of you.” RED FLAG RED FLAG RED FLAG
When her friend got off the bus, I stopped and told her to look after her friend. She said not to worry, and that she was way ahead of me.
Needless to say I was relieved, but I couldn’t help but be taunted the rest of the night. How many girls does this happen to? How often do they have true friends by their side, even if they’re fighting, to look out for them? What am I supposed to do if I see this happening?
I feel like I made the right the decision by talking to her friend, but what if she had been alone? Should I radio the police? Should I confront the two people directly? So many questions…
It’s situations like this that I dread, but what everyone needs to see. Things like this happen behind closed doors all the time – especially on college campuses, were drinking and coed dorms create a perfect environment for dangerous interactions.
I’m just glad that girl had a real friend with her. She’s damn lucky.