Never talk loudly next to drug addicts kids!
Yesterday I experienced a harrowing one, I did! Mike, my support worker and I were out buying lunch in this chinese restaurant in Moncton when this couple came. They sat down, then as we were ordering the woman—a tall, thin, dilapidated figure—burst in in a narcotic drawl, as if she were talking to me. I had half a mind to tell her to be polite, but I kept quiet, and I don't know why. Anyhoo, as we were sat down at a table to wait for our meal, Mike was reading the paper on the table, and I kept talking about that woman, as if she wouldn't hear me. Mike kept telling me to be quiet, but, of course, I wouldn't shut up. Eventually, Mike sent me outside, and later brought out our meals. Meanwhile in the car, Mike chewed me out with unprecedented ferocity. I exploded into a screaming fit, and threatened to knaw one of my own legs off. So, eventually on the way to my home, Mike discussed his concerns. He was worried that the man might have been a killer notorious around Moncton, a shameless monster who, for some reason consistently gets away. Another possibility was the two were drug addicts and were high, and that one of them could've been carrying a knife or a used syringe. When I got home, I incompetently discussed the matter with my mom, we chewed each other out, then finally she called up Mike, and got the information from the more reliable source. Turns out they were drug addicts, and were high (probably a police report Mike got, his dad's a former policeman.) Anyway, after a period of beating myself up, I finally realized the importance of shutting up in public, or at least how drug addicts behave.
