Wow. Some of the responses on this thread are amazing.
To answer a few questions:
it was a five hour round trip because it was a 30 minute walk in each direction, a three and a half hour appointment (lots of waiting for scans/specialists) and a 30 minute wait in the pharmacy afterwards.
I could see well enough to tentatively cross the road, see someone’s face, read the bus timetable. I had been advised in advance by the hospital not to drive home. I have had these eye drops before and knew that I would be able to walk home safely, and my plan b was to get a taxi if I found it too difficult to see.
I could not see well enough to read the tiny font on my phone screen. My phone doesn’t have internet so asking Google for the time wasn’t an option.
I was standing alone at the bus stop. It was neither busy nor empty on the pavement, in a low crime area of town. I am a petite, average looking, unremarkably dressed woman. I did not look like a deranged junkie, regardless of how big my pupils were behind my glasses. He was over six foot. He was strolling slowly down the road, smiling, carrying a bunch of about two dozen pink roses. There was no one else close to me who might have been my co-conspirator in any kind of scam.
I politely asked if he had the time, he stopped, said he didn’t and made a guess at what the time might be, at which point I asked if he could read it off my phone (I needed the exact time to know whether I had just missed the bus). The moment I started talking he started to walk away and looked me up and down with a disdainful sneer. His behaviour was peculiar.
He wasn’t in a rush. He wasn’t threatened by me. He wasn’t having a bad day, strolling along smiling with his flowers. He spoke English. He just couldn’t be bothered to wait for a second.
I have been alive long enough to have been approached by beggars and junkies. I know the old ‘ask the time and then launch into a story about needing money’ blag. This didn’t look anything like that.
Thank you everyone who has asked whether I’m ok 🙂 His behaviour was the final straw and made me cry at the bus stop, but I caught the bus home eventually.
It just made me reflect on how easy it is to spoil someone’s day with a second’s worth of unkindness.