After picking up a new umbrella at the mall, I waited in a very long queue on the bus platform at the Don Mills Subway Station. A woman was walking briskly around the station, being followed by a male teenager holding a cellphone. The woman said, "Stop following me, I don't know you, I don't want to talk with you", but he kept following her and talking to her. The teenager's speech suggested developmental issues. Nobody intervened. Including me, I am ashamed to say. The woman walked through the queue. Everyone kept looking at their cellphones, tablets, or books, and didn't look at the teenager. Just before he reached the queue, it spontaneously tightened up, closing all gaps. He bumped into my umbrella a few times trying to squeeze between me and the person in front of me, but couldn't fit. The person behind me was pressing up against my backpack, until he turned around and walked away, going back into the station.
A few minutes later, the teenager had gone around inside the station and came through another set of doors back onto the bus platform, this time on the other side of our queue. He began following the woman, and put his hand on her shoulder. Still, nobody in the queue acted. The woman called a bus driver over, who began walking towards them. The teenager ran away, tripped over his own feet, and started to cry. The bus driver helped him up and began talking to him. The queue shuffled backwards, various people waved the woman to the front, and she boarded the next bus.
Things could have been handled much more swiftly and properly if someone had taken immediate action the instant the woman told the person to leave her alone. Nobody acted, including me.
I promise myself that in the future, I will be someone who steps forward.
Sandy and I will be meeting next Saturday so he can properly explain face-to-face why I am not the right person for him.