“Fighting means you could lose. Bullying means you can’t. A bully wants to beat somebody; he doesn’t want to fight somebody. — Andrew Vachss
I am basically a peaceful person who usually minds his own business. My emotions run on an even keel. Today the tipping point of my gentle nature momentarily jumped ship and I took action. I am labelling the dialogue here as adult. The article proves the point that bullying can be an act that is performed subtly to inconvenience or intimidate the unwary.
Earlier this afternoon I headed to my bank to withdraw funds for the weekend from my Automated Teller Machine (ATM). I approached the bank at 2:45 p.m. The weather outside was sunny. The atmosphere inside the bank’s cramped entranceway somewhat stormy.
As I opened the door to the entranceway there were seven people occupying the narrow area: two adults ( male and female); two teenagers and three youngsters.
They also had a black and white pit bull terrier with them that growled at anyone who entered the premises and the woman holding the dog was busily chatting on her cell phone somewhat unaware of her dog’s aggressive barking.
Two of the teenagers were sitting against the glass door that lead to the ATM machines. I first asked them to move then a few seconds later tugged the door opened and dislodged an indifferent teenager from his roost.
As I completed my banking transaction the dog in the doorway started barking uncontrollably. Customers entering the building seemed to be intimidated. A number of these customers were female and senior. They looked at the dog and appeared to be terrified.
I then finished my transaction and pulled open the door to exit the ATM area. As I did so the dog leaped at me and I stepped back to avoid its advance. The woman holding the leash sat against a yellow colored post that had a button so that folks in a wheel chair could open the door automatically.Her being there made that action impossible.
I looked at the female bank tellers and they were perplexed as to what to do. There was no security guard on site. I looked a them knowingly, nodded an approval and went to work clearing the doorway.
I thought to myself “To hell with this crap” and decided to take some action.
I pulled out my camera from my coat pocket, assumed a position on the opposite side of the glass wall that separated them from me and started shooting photos.
This action on my part caught the woman’s immediate attention.
“What the f**k are you doing?” she asked.
“Capturing your attention and photo” I shouted back.
She was upset that I would do that. I told her that she and her entourage were blocking the way and obstructing people from entering and leaving the building. She looked miffed.
I advised her to “take your crew and dog and get the hell out of the entranceway here”
The other people who were with her vacated the area in a hurry when they saw me taking photos.
The bank tellers looked at me and gave me a thumbs up. Apparently these folks had been there a while and the tellers were at odds as to what to do.
As I exited the building the woman shouted “Who the f**k are you….a cop?”
I looked her in the eye and said “I’m Captain America …now stay the hell outside”.
I watched them leave the area.