Scary-Movie-Scene-Moments

We've all experienced them in our lives from time to time. I had one yesterday. I was under the weather, 100% sure that I had a sinus infection, therefore my usual strategy of waiting things out was contraindicated, so I opted to go to the doctor's. While in the waiting room, I sat across from a woman wearing a leg brace who was abjectly unable to prevent whatever she was thinking or feeling from being verbally uttered on an ongoing and immediate basis. For 45 minutes straight, all I heard was "my back hurts", "my phone's battery is low", followed by, "does anybody have an iPhone charger?", "wow, that is a low co-pay", after over hearing someone's $5 co-pay amount, "I can't believe that", referring to ABC's 'Divorce Court' on the TV, etc. They finally called her back, so I enjoyed 15 minutes of peace until they called me back. After my time with the doctor, I headed to the check out desk. To my dismay, there she was, fully engaged in arguing with the receptionist about how they should be able to Google information that she was being asked to provide, occasionally looking back at me to say "unbelievable". She was rather bossy, and a bit manipulative in an addict kind of way - i.e. no sense of limits, as in "hey, can you hand me your baby so I can sell it for $100 and score some smack?". This is going to sound a bit cruel, but it looked like she might have been attractive a few thousand cigarettes, beers, and whatever else ago, so I imagine (perhaps, just my imagination) that she may have grown accustomed to a wide domain of manipulation and control. Finally, and thankfully, all issues were resolved and she left the premises. I signed some forms, paid my bill and headed to my car. Halfway from the office to my car, I hear "hey!", "yo!", "wait up!". It was her, furiously hobbling towards me, presumably to ask for a ride. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that I am the first to offer a helping hand to someone in need, but her? No! And this, my friends, was my scary-movie-scene-moment. As I pretended not to hear her, I accelerated the pace to my car, thanked God for my hands free door locks (else it would have been doubly scary, as I would have surely been hard pressed to align my key and unlock the door in time), thanked God for my push button start (for the very same reason), didn't even put my seat belt on, contemplated not even disengaging my emergency brake, though the engineer in me overruled that one, slammed it in drive, thanking God yet again that I backed into my spot, and narrowly escaped before she reached me. Typically, I would make two left turns to get back to the main road, but I could see her in my rear view mirror, already hobbling toward that route to cut me off at the pass, so I continued forward, ready to take the long way home at whatever cost. Does this make me a bad person, or simply someone with an uncanny zest for life. I think it's the latter :-)