"Get out of the fucking car!" he shouted, banging his closed fist on her window. Or at least that's what she thought he said. It was hard to hear over all the honking.
Amy tried her best to ignore him and just stare straight ahead. It's what you learned in school, after all. Ignore a bully and eventually they'll just go away. But of course some bullies are buried so deep in their own personal hell that they won't go away until the whole world burns along with them.
"Bitch, get out of the car now!" he yelled at her again, his crummy old Eagles cap nearly falling off his head as he shook with rage.
Well that does it, Amy thought. I wasn't going to get out of the car before, but now that you asked so nicely, I'm coming!
Then she got an idea. She started picking her nose. Like, deep gold mining-type picking. And there were some nuggets. All of a sudden, she turned to face him and made her most terrifying crazy-face and smeared her snot all over the window. She stared right into his eyes, her nostrils flared, letting the drool run down her chin.
It had an effect. The man pulled back slightly, his eyebrows pinched together over his crooked nose.
Amy didn't know what came over her at that moment. She yanked on the door handle and threw open the door, springing from the car. She charged straight at him, yelling at the top of her lungs and flailing her arms. She'd seen videos of people acting out of their minds on meth and other drugs; she did her best to emulate them.
"Come back here you coward!" Amy screamed at the man as he ran back toward his car. She stopped a short distance away as he jumped back into his vehicle and threw it into reverse, peeling out back down the road.
Amy stopped for a second to catch her breath. Her chest heaving, she looked around. A few onlookers gawked and even one of them was clapping.
The sun was hot and Amy was sweating, standing in the middle of the intersection. Gathering herself together, she strode confidently back to her car, somewhat delighted with herself. And also a little creeped out.
Just another day in paradise, she thought as she drove down the road toward her office.
Later on she would learn about the YouTube video of her entitled, "Crazy bath salts lady" from Joyce, one of her co-workers. The rest of the day, everyone game Amy a fairly wide berth.
Amy thought about denying that it was her, denying the drugs, or just telling her side of the story straight up. But she reconsidered. It was nice to be left alone for once. Besides, days and weeks would go by and eventually people would forget about it, lost in some other office gossip.
But there would come a time when someone would ask something of her, and in the back of their mind, they would remember the video. A sniff, a raised eyebrow, an innocent scratch of the face, any of these things were all Amy might need to get her way.
Maybe it pays off to go a little crazy every once in a while.
I have no idea where the germination of the idea began. But the moral is often true in our world today.