2004-10-27 - 1:33 p.m.

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I was getting coffee from the kitchen. There is a blind T intersection near where the kitchen meets the main walkway through the office. Someone put one of those convex cub- mirror things on the wall so you could see people coming. The fucking thing is so small that you can't see anyone before it's too late. I had my cup in front of me. It was a paper cup. I always use the paper cups and chastise myself because I throw them away too often. I like to feel the heat seep through to my hands. This was fresh coffee, and I almost had to hold the cup by the top where the coffee wasn't because it was so warm. When we bumped into each other, my coffee spilled all over the front of his shirt. He was walking so god damn fast, I couldn't help it. Jesus, why would you walk so fast down the isle like that? I said "Oh shit man, I'm sorry". He looked at me for a split second before he started screaming. He screamed and screamed. I've heard people scream in pain before, but this was something else entirely. I just stood there for a minute, watching him scream. People started to come over, asking what happened. I tried to explain that we just bumped into each other and he started screaming. Some well-meaning people ran into the kitchen to get some paper towels, but when they came back he sat down on the ground, still fucking screaming his head off and sobbing. After about 15 minutes, they called 911 and paramedics rushed up the stairs, strapped him down and took him away. We could hear him all the way down to the elevators. I feel horrible about it. Just horrible. previous - next