I was pumping gas at my local Hess station when a big-ass black truck pulled up behind me. I could hear the yelling immediately. I looked behind real quickly and saw a man in the passenger's seat and a woman in the driver's, both about my age or a touch older. The man was yelling something about how she had fucked up and she needs to learn to drive. I couldn't make out the rest, but I know it was nasty.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to say anything in front of him and make him angrier and perhaps make things worse for her and I didn't want to call the police or anything because he was just yelling and I didn't know what was going on, really.
I stood in front of my pump awkwardly when I saw him go into the store. I got into my car and watched the store. It didn't look like he was coming back out immediately so I got back out and walked towards the truck. I asked the woman if she was okay and she said she was. I asked if she was sure and she said she was. Then I got back into my car again, and drove away.
I feel weird about the whole thing. On one hand, I really wish that I could have done something more for her, but on the other hand, I know that there was nothing else I could do in that situation. I thought what if I had handed her my phone number? But what if he had found it and it made things worse for her? Would she even call me anyways?
If I were her, and I wasn't okay, would I tell me? I don't think so. But maybe just me asking will make her feel better. I hope so.