If things had been different...

You know, one of the things that first popped in my mind this morning when I walked around the corner of the building is not that fact that some random small statured-tiny dancer, does not like me; but the fact that my friend, Bear did not stick up for me.  Did not stop and say, "Excuse me, are you referencing me?."  After the men responded, "No, the girl walking towards us."  That was her chance.  She would blow another, later-chance, that is.  It could have played out so differently!

I walked around the corner this morning to see my friend, Bear.  She walked by two men, who work on the 11th floor in between the time they spend smoking a pack of cigarettes, everyday.  I saw her glance back at that men, she is quite the attention whore.  Suddenly, she begins to spin around, she leaped in the air and with a jump-kick, she takes both men down at the knees.  I run to help her, not knowing what has transpired.  We run to another and embrace, "Heather, I say, are you ok?" 

"Hazel," she says, "those men that I just passed.  They said they don't like you!"  My eyes began to weld up with tears, I have never had an enemy.  I think the feeling was similar to what Bear feels when she remembers how pathetic she was to lose her virginity to one of those freaks that were in the band in jr. high.  The ones that play dungeons and dragons; but the tears, the tears were because I knew, that my friend, she stuck up for me.

If this is how it had played out, I could say, "yeah, that's my friend and she will kick your ass."