I'm still mulling over what happened today
. Part of me acted on instinct and the other on sheer indignation with a little bit of reckless abandon thrown in for good measure.
Our Assistant Branch Manager had to call our Branch Manager, who was coming home from a SciFi/Fantasy convention in Canada, to ask her what kind of paperwork we needed to fill out and who we needed to contact downtown. Branch Manager told ASM to tell me that I was never to do that again. After much thought, I wouldn't do anything differently. Maybe I wouldn't have called the little bastard a little bastard but I still would have run after him. I don't know what I would have done if I had caught him.
I have two nice size gashes on my left hand by my thumb. I don't know how they happened but I think I cut them on some brambles. When I went back inside to make sure the police had been called, I looked down and noticed my hand was bleeding.
The sheriff's deputy made me count the money and in total, it was $54 and some change. Since it was over $50 and the guy was 18, he now has a Class B Misdemeanor on his record and was taken away in handcuffs.
I had mixed emotions upon seeing him. He started crying when they broke out the handcuffs. On one hand, he's 18 and just screwed up royally. I don't know what makes a person do something like he did but I feel sorry for him. I hate whatever or whoever made him this way. I hope he gets some help. I hope he can turn his life around and do something productive with it.
On the other hand, I am sick of seeing people victimized by people like him. I told one of my coworkers once that I pity the person who tries to assault me because I am one angry chick just waiting for some asshole to try something so I can unleash my fury upon them. I am sick of seeing people assaulted, mugged, raped or killed because they are the wrong race, age, gender or sexual orientation. I know that this crime has nothing to do with this issue. We were just an easy target (or so he thought) but I think that is why I reacted they way I did. Something inside me just snapped and I thought, "I am not going to be a victim. I am not going to let him get away with this." I'm sleepy so I am not expressing myself very well. Maybe I'll be more coherent tomorrow.
I've rambled enough tonight. I'm going to bed. I need to get some sleep.