The ‘diary’ section is supposed to record some of the weird and wonderful people and things one has the opportunity meet in The Hague or wherever I am at the moment. Monday afternoon in the tram was certainly weird, but it wasn’t wonderful.
So I sit down and listen to my iPod for a while, after I hear a male voice (but a high male voice) shouting from couple of seats in front of me: “You’re a hooker, stupid whore.” I look at the person these words were addressed to. She just stood there chubby, giggling to herself, clearly not older than 16. The man (with a horrible green hat), shouted again: “You fucking whore, I’ll kill you” and started hitting the old lady who was sitting beside him.
Everyone in the tram looked at the man, the girl and the white-haired lady. The girl giggled and so did her friends, the old lady tried to calm her son down. The girl was getting off at the next stop, and the man shouted yet again: “You slut, I’ll never marry you”. The old lady pressed her small hand against her son’s mouth and the gang of teenagers left the tram, clearly entertained.
I thanked the Lord (even though I’m an infidel), that the object of the man’s rage was gone. Little did I know what was about to follow. Although I did expect some kind of reaction, either from him or his mother, the following certainly wasn’t it.
“You’re all liars. You’re a fucking liar mum, I don’t even have a mother. I don’t have a father. I’m gonna kill you. I’ll kill you all (to everyone in the tram). ‘Cause I’m not afraid of anything. I’m not afraid.” During this charming monologue, he hit his mother several times on her shoulder. She only smiled apologetically and said: “Enough.”
It was obvious that this man was disturbed, he acted like a small child (with adult’s vocabulary). I sympathize with his mother. It must be really difficult. Firstly, dealing with her mentally challenged son, and secondly with all the attention they receive when he becomes possessed. Although this isn’t the first time I saw weirdos on the tram. I remember another guy in Amsterdam that was shouting obscenities at this woman in the metro. I also wrote about the guy with chewing-gum in his ear.
But these two were solitary. They weren’t as disturbed need or want supervision from their mother. That’s the worst part. All three cause a slight annoyance to the travelers, but one of them actually hurts his own mother.
Why do I always seem to travel with freaks? Well, as long as they don’t kill me, I’m OK with it. I just hope they’ll get better. What can I say, I’m an optimist.
Peter
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