My first night in Edinburgh, a large group of us consisting of people from France, China and the United States decided to go to a dance club. It was fun for a while, and then this happened:
Girl in black dress: bumps into me with her butt
Me: moves a couple feet
Girl in black dress: bumps into me with her butt
Me: moves a couple feet in another direction
Girl in black dress: bumps into me with her butt kind of hard
Me: moves to the other side of the building
About 15 minutes later...
Me: moves back to where my friends were
Girl in black dress: bumps into me with her butt kind of hard
Sam: turns to girl and asks "What's the problem?"
Girl in black dress: screams something in rapid Scottish English
I saw this, knew that English isn't Sam's native tongue and that he probably couldn't understand the girl, and decided to step in myself.
I tap her on the shoulder. "What's the problem?" I half say, half yell (it's loud in there)
She turns to me, shoves me, and ever-so-politely tells me: "YOU'RE THE F___ING PROBLEM, B__CH!!!"
I could only express puzzlement that bordered on alarm. Along with an incredible rage. I was certainly not raised to take that kind of treatment from anyone. So I shouted something back at her and shoved her back. She stumbled back a couple steps, and I braced myself for whatever was going to come next, because from what I could see, one of us was leaving with a broken face, and it sure as heck wasn't going to be me.
And then my tiny roommate jumped in between us and started saying a bunch of stuff that I'm sure was along the lines of "cut it out!" but I was so angry that I didn't hear anything. I'm amazed that she didn't get hurt, this girl and I were so fixed to attack. Alex told me later that she did that out of concern for the other girl's well-being; she wasn't worried about me holding my own in a fight. I'm not sure if I believe her, but I think she was probably right. I was so furious that I was shaking, and continued to shake for a good ten minutes after that incident.
After I sat down and cooled off for a little bit, I decided to get up and enjoy the remainder of my night. Evidently (and I didn't notice this until recently) the girl that had shoved me decided to sulk for the rest of the night. Case in point:
There's me and Sam at the club...but wait! Look again:
Huh.
3 comments:
I'm glad you didn't get in to a fight. I don't think you would have made your flight back home while serving 20-life in a Scottish prison for murder. :-)
haha that is a a great picture!
Best story everrrrrr.
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