eine pöbelhafte fantasie
After spending all day doing research in the library, I noticed someone else as I was walking back to my car, a mean and ugly little man in a gray shirt and uneven beard, heading in closely the same direction as me. I started to see that I was parked illegally, and so did the man. He began to raise up a little machine he wore at his waist so he could scan my barcode and post a fine to my bursar account. So, I made a new decision, one I have never made at all lately. I got to him before he made it to my car, and I hit him on the right side of his face with the fist of my left hand, and he looked up at me and staggered. I watched him and realized I would have to keep hitting him for the situation to reach any kind of result favorable to me, so I continued. I would hit him, and he would hardly seem to resist except to kind of peddle his legs backward, away from me. With the decreasing fear of having my glasses broken, or of anything else bad and immediate, I started to feel very disassociated from what I was doing, and it started to feel weird to be in this parking lot, beating on this guy, just because it's his job to inconvenience everyone.
When he finally appeared to be totally out of possession of his surroundings, I smashed his little machine into what looked like a reasonably unworkable condition and drove away, although I did have to jump-start my car first. I knew that no one who saw me would turn me in. I wish I'd remembered to at least take his wallet.
When he finally appeared to be totally out of possession of his surroundings, I smashed his little machine into what looked like a reasonably unworkable condition and drove away, although I did have to jump-start my car first. I knew that no one who saw me would turn me in. I wish I'd remembered to at least take his wallet.