This morning she was on the platform again. As soon as I saw her I turned and went in the other direction and hoped that she didn't see me. I tried to put enough distance between us but I still spent most of the train ride wondering if the police were going to be there to greet me again.
I had material that I needed to read for a conference that I'm attending this week and I found that I couldn't concentrate on it because I kept wondering if she had seen me and if I was going to have another problem.
I also realized that it was humiliating to be met by the police yesterday. I found that I was feeling uneasy when I saw them in the station. This is not the way I want to feel about the police.
Finally, I am still angry that I'm the one that has to change his routine. The only person that was ever abusive in our encounters was her. I have only uttered a few words to her and they were always polite. Now I find myself having to worry about running into her. This just isn't fair but there doesn't seem to be a good course of action other than to do my best to avoid her.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Avoiding Her Can Be Difficult
She was on my train on the way home tonight. As soon as I saw her, I got up and moved to another car. I was a bit on edge since I didn't know if she saw me and if I might have another encounter with police this evening.
It is going to be difficult to avoid her completely. I don't know if she takes the same trains everyday. It isn't like I see her all the time but today I saw her both coming and going.
I resent having to be on edge about this. I have been advised to do my best to avoid her and I fully plan to but since she has a similar work schedule to mine and since she travels to and from the same train station, it might be difficult.
I don't like living under the fear that if I happen to not notice her somewhere, that the police might be waiting to escort me off of the train. What can I say? This isn't right!
It is going to be difficult to avoid her completely. I don't know if she takes the same trains everyday. It isn't like I see her all the time but today I saw her both coming and going.
I resent having to be on edge about this. I have been advised to do my best to avoid her and I fully plan to but since she has a similar work schedule to mine and since she travels to and from the same train station, it might be difficult.
I don't like living under the fear that if I happen to not notice her somewhere, that the police might be waiting to escort me off of the train. What can I say? This isn't right!
Being Met at the Train Station by the Police
My interactions with this person have taken a new and disturbing turn. I might use this blog for other purposes although for now, it was created to document my side of a story which would otherwise be undocumented.
It began about a month ago at the White Plains Transcenter Garage. I usually park on the third level and take the elevator down to the first floor. She apparently goes up to the fifth floor to cross over.
On the day we first met, she arrived just before me, got into an elevator, and started going up. I pressed the call button for the elevator to go down. It came and she was still in it. I got on and pressed the button for 1.
She yelled "This elevator is going up!". I pointed to the indicator light and said calmly, "I think it going down."
At this point she began yelling and cursing at me. "Why did you have to play with the f***ing elevator? Why couldn't you wait your f***ing turn?, ...etc."
I was startled and the only thing I could think of to say was "Excuse me?"
She was so angry that she began banging the button for 5 so that the elevator would go up, which it did. In her anger, however, she also hit the button for 4. This extra stop did not improve her mood and the verbal assault continued.
When the elevator reached 5, as she got off I said "Have a nice day." Her response was "You too you f***ing a**hole!".
When I got to the train platform (after going down to 1), she was there. She attempted to put some distance between us and I was happy to let her.
A few weeks later, without realizing it, we ended up in the same car on the same train. As the train pulled into Grand Central Station, we both got up to wait to get off of the train. I had my head phones on and was not paying attention to who was around me. She turned around and said "If you come near me again, I'm going to call the police." I said "Excuse me?" and she proceeded to push her way through the crowd to put some distance between us.
At this point, I have recorded all of the words that have ever passed between us.
Last week, I ran into her as I was coming home. Without realizing it, I had parked right next to her. I tried to pass her a pleasent greeting but the look of hatred and anger told me that it wasn't going to work.
Finally, we come to this morning. Once again I saw her on the train platform. She once again put some distance between us and I was once again happy to let her do it. We sat in separate cars of the train and I didn't think anything of it.
When I arrived at Grand Central Station, I was met by 4 policemen. I was asked for ID and taken to the office in the station. I was informed that she had told them that I was harassing her and that they were investigating the complaint. I imagine that her version is probably radically different from the version that I am telling here. I offered to tell my side to the police several times but they didn't feel it was necessary to take it. It was to my benefit that I hadn't said anything to her nor had I sat anywhere near her this morning.
As the day has progressed, I have become more and more angry that she used the police to harass me. I even called the MTA police to find out how to file a report so that my side of the story would be on record. They told me not to bother and to just stay away from her. They said that if she does this again, that would be the time for me to officially document my story.
Meanwhile, I have this record and I hope that this is the last thing I ever write about this person.
It began about a month ago at the White Plains Transcenter Garage. I usually park on the third level and take the elevator down to the first floor. She apparently goes up to the fifth floor to cross over.
On the day we first met, she arrived just before me, got into an elevator, and started going up. I pressed the call button for the elevator to go down. It came and she was still in it. I got on and pressed the button for 1.
She yelled "This elevator is going up!". I pointed to the indicator light and said calmly, "I think it going down."
At this point she began yelling and cursing at me. "Why did you have to play with the f***ing elevator? Why couldn't you wait your f***ing turn?, ...etc."
I was startled and the only thing I could think of to say was "Excuse me?"
She was so angry that she began banging the button for 5 so that the elevator would go up, which it did. In her anger, however, she also hit the button for 4. This extra stop did not improve her mood and the verbal assault continued.
When the elevator reached 5, as she got off I said "Have a nice day." Her response was "You too you f***ing a**hole!".
When I got to the train platform (after going down to 1), she was there. She attempted to put some distance between us and I was happy to let her.
A few weeks later, without realizing it, we ended up in the same car on the same train. As the train pulled into Grand Central Station, we both got up to wait to get off of the train. I had my head phones on and was not paying attention to who was around me. She turned around and said "If you come near me again, I'm going to call the police." I said "Excuse me?" and she proceeded to push her way through the crowd to put some distance between us.
At this point, I have recorded all of the words that have ever passed between us.
Last week, I ran into her as I was coming home. Without realizing it, I had parked right next to her. I tried to pass her a pleasent greeting but the look of hatred and anger told me that it wasn't going to work.
Finally, we come to this morning. Once again I saw her on the train platform. She once again put some distance between us and I was once again happy to let her do it. We sat in separate cars of the train and I didn't think anything of it.
When I arrived at Grand Central Station, I was met by 4 policemen. I was asked for ID and taken to the office in the station. I was informed that she had told them that I was harassing her and that they were investigating the complaint. I imagine that her version is probably radically different from the version that I am telling here. I offered to tell my side to the police several times but they didn't feel it was necessary to take it. It was to my benefit that I hadn't said anything to her nor had I sat anywhere near her this morning.
As the day has progressed, I have become more and more angry that she used the police to harass me. I even called the MTA police to find out how to file a report so that my side of the story would be on record. They told me not to bother and to just stay away from her. They said that if she does this again, that would be the time for me to officially document my story.
Meanwhile, I have this record and I hope that this is the last thing I ever write about this person.
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