My sister Danny had a rather unpleasant encounter with an unknown woman (and later on her friend) in a restroom.
Danny was washing her hands after having used the other facilities during which she has been disturbed by someone rattling the door wildly to which she replied that the toilet is currently occupied.
The other women (whom Danny described as being overweight with a far too tight dress and unattractive make up) approached my sister and asked her why she had told her to “f-ck off” to which Danny dutifully answered that she had only said that the toilet was occupied.
This didn’t calm the overweight woman and she continued to ask Danny … weird questions like whether she ever suffered from a black eye and whether she was interested in having one. Anyone who isn’t Danny had noticed the
thinnly disguised threat but Danny being Danny just treated the question about the black eye like a question whether she had already been to Malta and whether she would like to travel to Malta. So Danny told the woman truthfully that she never had suffered a black eye and all that she wanted was washing her hands.
At least Danny was permitted to wash her hands and the woman considerately only punched Danny into the face at that moment when she was about to leave the restroom. Totally taken by surprise this one punch sufficed to take Danny to the ground.
The overweight woman and her equally overweight friend who had kept herself top the background until that moment now started kicking Danny and pulling her hair. In addition Danny sustained a marked scratch under her left eye.
The story ended with Danny’s lucky escape and the two security people questioning the two overweight women who claimed that it was Danny who initiated the fight after Danny had told security about the incidence.
Fortunately nothing much happened as the scratch narrowly missed her eye and Danny is “just” bruised all over her body and possibly lost some of her hair in that incidence.
At least Danny continues to be Danny. Lying in her bad with a glowing red scratch prominently in her face she just looked at me and said: “I don’t know why she attacked me. I didn’t even tell her how sh-t her make up looked or that her dress made her look incredibly fat.”
I released a sigh. Was this just Danny’s naivety paired with an unhealthy degree of pacificism or was this indicative of the genuine heterosexual problems?