Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sticks and Stones...
“….but words will never hurt me.”
Oh, yes, words can and do hurt.
Seen and overheard in the parking lot of the LCBO:
A middle-aged couple – the wife (I assume) carrying some bottles of liquor and the husband with a cart full of them.
Wife (SHOUTING): “What the hell are you doing? I told you to stay….”
(I didn’t catch the rest of this – was in shock at the volume of and venom in her voice.)
Husband: “…mumble, mumble, mumble…”
(I didn’t catch this at all – his voice was barely audible.)
Wife (SHOUTING EVEN LOUDER): “Are you deaf or just plain stupid?”
Holy shit. This kind of thing may go in the privacy of peoples’ homes but in public?? I would not want to cross this woman and apparently neither did he. He didn’t respond to her question.
My sister and I glanced at them in passing (kind of hard not to) as we made our way to the LCBO. The woman waved her arm and yelled, “Go!” Was she talking to us or to him? We didn’t pause to find out – just kept walking.
1. This marriage is in big trouble.
2. This is a marriage made in heaven – a sadist paired with masochist.
3. Although it was only 1:30 p.m., they’d already been drinking – or she had.
4. Once they returned home and started in on the newly purchased bottles, either one of them was going to suffer bodily harm or the husband was going to be subjected to even more verbal abuse. Or both.
An example of in vinos, veritas? Ugly, ugly truths.
This happened four days ago. Obviously, I found it disturbing since I’m still thinking about it. I know people can be cruel to one another and while I have theories as to why (low self-esteem? massive insecurities? power issues?) I’ve just never really understood how someone can inflict such cruelty upon another human being.
I’m not totally naïve, though. Evil exists. I just happen to live in a neighbourhood where it’s rarely seen.
photo credit: http://torontoist.com/2009/06/all_drink.php