\nI was driving along a side street with my daughter in the car when I saw a man and a woman tumble out of a house on the right side of the road. It looked like they were fighting over something, so I looked at them as I drove up. I couldn’t tell at first whether they were mock-tussling, but as they kept it going, the man looked angry and the woman looked frustrated and she was shouting. He was hunkered down and she was scrambling for whatever it was. Please note: the object in question was not clearly visible, but it was obviously not large enough to be a gun or knife.<\/i><\/p>\n
My instant read was “he’s physically keeping something from her that she wants, I’m guessing something that actually belongs to her, and the situation has gotten serious enough to tumble out into their front yard.” It just looked like something that could escalate and potentially get ugly.<\/p>\n
So like either a good Samaritan or a moron, I stopped the car, got out, and stood by my door. I shouted, “Are you okay?” as they were still fighting. Note to my parents: I was definitely far enough away to jump back in my car and get the heck out of Dodge if he had come toward me.<\/i><\/p>\n
Her:<\/b> “NO! I am NOT okay.”
\nMe:<\/b> “Would you like me to call someone?”<\/p>\n
And at that point, the guy tossed whatever it was high in the air, where it fell upon their driveway hard. The woman dove for it. It was a cell phone. The guy stalked into the garage and she walked off down the street dialing her phone, which miraculously was unbroken. She called, “Thank you! Thank you so much!” to me as she walked, and I said “that’s okay!” and got back in my car and drove away.<\/p>\n
I have no clue what all that was about, but I hope the hell she was calling someone to pick her up and get away from whatever drama-laden situation that was. If someone were physically trying to keep my stuff from me, that’d be someone I’d be keeping myself and my stuff far away from.<\/p>\n
What I find interesting is that once there was a witness, he knew the jig was up, but he still couldn’t just give her the phone. He had to throw it in the air like it was his choice to let go of it. Passive aggressive, or just plain aggressive, take your pick. Very “fine, I didn’t want it anyway.” I’d say “real mature” but it’s not like they were using Lincoln-Douglas debate rules<\/a> anyway.<\/p>\n Of course, there were several stores within easy walking distance. I don’t know if there was specific information on the phone that she needed, but if there wasn’t, the woman could just have gone around the corner and asked to use the phone and gotten the heck out of that situation. Circumvent the whole problem.<\/p>\n Of course, as I say, I have no clue what it was all about. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to, either.<\/p>\n My daughter’s take on the two of them spinning and grappling out in the yard?<\/p>\n “The woman is going back inside to take care of her little boy.” I’m glad my daughter has never been exposed to a situation like that, so that it could never occur to her that two grown people would be yelling and fighting with each other like that. I’m also counting my blessings that I was never exposed to that as a kid either, so it would never occur to me to tolerate it now.<\/p>\n We should all be so lucky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/944"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=944"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/944\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=944"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=944"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=944"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nMe: “That was her little boy?” (note – he was a good sized guy with a beard)<\/i>
\n“Yes. And she’s the mommy.”
\n(Later)
\n“They were dancing. They like to dance.”<\/p>\n