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Saturday, I was physically assaulted by an irate Asian Indian woman. In front of the library's reference desk and several witnesses! The altercation occurred because two groups, mine and hers, were seeking to acquire a first-come-first-served study room for two hours.
The woman poked and shoved me, and it's a wonder that I didn't topple backwards. I might have — except that she was at least a foot shorter than I.
The attack came out of nowhere. However, even before ever getting into the library, the woman had lied so that she could butt into the line outside. You see, a line always forms on Saturday mornings because of the sometimes-high demand for group study rooms on the weekends. All those wanting to use a first-come-first-served study room must be present for the room to be assigned.
Once inside the library, the members of my group were assembled at the reference desk. The irate woman mentioned above was alone and still awaiting the arrival of her teacher.
The best that I can recall now, I hadn't spoken a word to the Asian Indian woman. I was assessing the situation and was about to offer a compromise consisting of "Why don't we take the room for an hour? Your teacher isn't here yet. After that hour, you can have the room," when she started yelling.
"You're the teacher?" she screamed in a heavily accented voice. "Say something!" Poke. Shove.
Then I raised my voice. "What are you doing? What's wrong with you? You just assaulted me!"
The father of the two boys whom I tutor every Saturday shouted, "You don't touch people! You don't touch people!" Imagine a loud voice with a heavy Chinese accent.
The manager was summoned and the situation resolved in a way which displeased the irate woman. Her eyes were still ablaze with fury when my group and I walked away to go to the group study room.
The entire situation was surreal.
What a world!