"They like to watch."
Z was kind enough today to take me on a ferry ride (we stopped playing cards long enough to enjoy an unseasonably great view of the Olympic Mountains) and then through the Seattle Art Museum's Spainish exploration exhibit (one last look) before we tottered back to our bus stop.
And there we saw one of Seattle's finest tackling an obviously distrubed (read: crazy) woman who was weilding around a broken bottle and wailing at the top of her lungs. Eventually, five patrol cars, two King County transit cars, and a fire truck were blocking traffic in front of Benaroya Hall. Stun guns out and pointed at this woman, I found myself most horrified to find myself among the gawkers, the rubberneckers... Even half a block away, we were all peering over one another to find out what she'd do next. We got an added sight as a few of the officers also arrested two men who'd been fighting a few blocks down in an unrelated incident. Z was disgusted with the spectacle, and was probably most shocked by the fact that I readily joined the crowd to see-what-was-going-on. I tried to reassure him with a nonchalant, "We're all whores for attention. It's perfectly natural."
I don't think it reassured him. But, he somehow forgave me.
As I heard another crowd-disapproving woman mutter to herself as she shook her head at us: "Look at them. Disgusting. They like to watch."
Whoops. I guess we do.
Posted by James at December 26, 2004 03:50 PM