My Biggest Pet Peeve

My biggest pet peeve is getting chased by crack addicts! I hate it when crackheads do that!

Actually I haven't had a good, long conversation with a crack addict. I should get to know them better, really learn how they tick, because there are a lot of them at Clark and Division. A lot. I'm not really sure which ones are crack addicts, though. I'm naiive. Almost suburban.

I got off the bus around 11 pm and stopped in the Jewel to pee and get some money. I cut through the aisle and swung a left to find the most forgotten-about bathroom in the Gold Coast. I thought I had serious dibs on the Jewel potty. Nope. I opened the unlocked door to find a near-toothless, pregnant woman sitting on the toilet and asking me for a hospital and a telephone. First I said "oh fuck" and then I walked around the corner and stood by the frozen meats until I figured she'd left. I go back in the bathroom and find her still there and saying something else about a hospital.

After deciding that I didn't have to pee so badly after all, I went to the front of the store to get money. Here comes the lady, touching my shoulder and asking me for my phone to call her doctor. She even showed me her hospital bracelet. I told her I'd dial the number and call him myself...yada yada yada

Next thing I know, she's threatening to kill me in front of a security guard and chasing me as I'm running to the nearest cab. I almost shut the door on her fingers, and if I didn't, she probably would have beat my ass inside of the cab.

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