Mental

So I was minding my own business ... waiting for the 522 / 22 to come to the bus stop I was at, and upon waiting, this lady comes with her cart. As usual, I'd look just because it's something coming my way aside from the cars that pass by or the people that were already there waiting. I then looked away and minded my own business and I saw her mumbling to myself, so I was just thinking, oh maybe she's just probably a bit lonely and a bit crazy. Next thing you know, she looks at me straight in the eye and asks me, "ARE YOU MENTAL?!" What the hell! I was so startled, I was like "Uhhh ... no." And she's like "WHY DO YOU KEEP LOOKING AT ME?!?!" And I just looked away and in my head, I wanted to burst out and say, "What the hell lady! I'm minding my own business and what impression do I give off that gives you a right to classify me as mental?!!? And what makes you so sure that I was looking at you in the first place, not everything has to revolve around you!" I felt so unjustly accused of being something I was not. I mean, I'm not the one who looks all distraught and frazzled. Just because I saw you with a cart doesn't give you any justification for why I may be mentally challenged and accused of the such. I was so angry! If anything, I thought she was the one that was crazy. And it was almost as if she was like freaken bipolar or something, cause right after she startled me with her rhetorical question, she started speaking to some other girl nearby in Vietnamese as if nothing happened.

Not that all Vietnamese people are bad, cause my best friends are Vietnamese, but that lady was whack. Grrr. I don't mean to sound like I'm better than everyone else, but it's just that I felt so attacked, ya know. I don't know, whatever.