I’d just sat down for coffee and a bagel when she walked in. A woman in her 20’s, hair in a wiry bun at the top of her head, wearing a fuschia coat that was too baggy for her stick thin body.
At first, I thought maybe she had a disability. If so, it would’ve meant she was functional–out and about on her own–which is always a nice thing to see. My mother has taught children with learning disabilities for decades, a job focused on teaching disabled kids how to function in casual society.
At first, I also thought maybe she was nice–possibly because of the pink coat.
But then she opened her mouth.
“I don’t have time for this shit!” she belted, in a voice that made it clear she had no disability. That this was just a woman in her 20’s, pissed that no one was at the counter when she walked in.
That’s when I noticed the first teddy bear, clamped under her right arm in a tight headlock.
Another man might have thought she was taking that bear someplace–that it was a gift for a child, maybe–but I spotted a second teddy bear immediately, grasped by its face in one of her hands, a talon of thin fingers constricting a button nose.
She kept cursing, walking back and forth along the length of my local Dunkin Donuts / Taco Bell combo.
And I just set in on my bagel. Not saying anything, not telling her to simmer down.
Because I’m a New Yorker. In that moment, I was wearing a t-shirt with a giant, smiling cat on it, rosy-cheeked as it thought of burning a house down. It is not the most embarrassing shirt I’ve ever worn, but it’s close. And yet, I was still outside, wearing it, not caring. Because I’ve seen people do worse things than this woman, wear worse things than my shirt, and not a one of them had been violently crazy.
We’re just a bizarre city.
One bite of my bagel, one sip of my coffee, and she was gone, disturbing no one–never really making a scene.
And a half hour later, while I was in F.Y.E., the bell for the front door chimed. The employees at the counter let up a little cheer–a fond greeting. I looked up from the Nuka Cola shirt I was about to buy, and there she was, smiling, waving, both teddy bears still clamped close to her body.
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