During Yom Kippur, the Jewish repenting holiday, a crotchety old woman yelled at my little brother for having his hand on his girlfriends lower back. She waddled up to him in the middle of services, pulled his arm off the girl, gave it to him, and went back to her seat. Not only was it none of her business to wallow in the concern of others (especially youth that she has nothing in common with) but the way she handled the situation was incredibly rude.
M left with his girlfriend and they refused to come back to synagogue.
This saturday, I was sitting across from this lady. She is the president of some Synagogue United Seniors' group named X. She gave a dull speech that put me to sleep and sat down with his chin up in the same way she did after scolding M--as though she had done good for the world and god would be pleased.
I scooted closer to her for the rest of services and made it a point put all the negative energy I had in my body into her. This took a total of twenty minutes and after I was exhausted. Before I grabbed my jacket, I warned A that she would soon explode with all of the negative energy I sent her way.
It turns out, minutes after I left, this fragile meanie fell into a giant flower pot sending her cane flying. A recounted to me that multiple people ran over to help her off the floor. She professed that she was fine.
There you have it. I'm a dangerous woman.
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