The morning has been somewhat interesting, by interesting, I mean different from every other morning. But it’s because of that sniper dude and I’m tired of talking about him…. so that said, nothing really too exciting has happened to me since yesterday. And even this morning wasn’t that exciting. :] Last night I laid about our apartment while Toby dished me out some yummy tofu pot pie. He spent the afternoon making it. I love his pot pie. I do. So we had dinner and chatted at the dinner table (the good and interesting thing about having a massive fear of a possible bug problem is that we eat dinner at the table together. There’s something to be said for having dinner together). After dinner, I washed the dishes and we watched TV. I began my freelance work. Things are going well for the most part.
One of our conversations was about crime in a city, such as getting mugged and the like. I remembered a lecture from college (I think it was psychology) that the less people on a street during a crime, the better. If there are many people everyone believes that someone else will do something to help. I think this was brought up along side a story about a woman and a man who were fighting on a bridge. She feared him so much, she ended jumping off the bridge, rather than deal with him hurting her. And everyone just watched. Does anyone know this story? Does anyone know more about it? I didn’t want to give Toby a bunch of false information, but that was so long ago. Anyway….
See comments for the real story. Edited to correct myself.