Well, Her Heart Is In The Right Place
In college, a friend asks me to be a part of his film project. In the project, we follow a woman (me) and her husband as he goes down the path of addiction and back through recovery. We set up in an alley and start filming my husband drinking from a bottle in a paper bag.
Me: “I thought I’d find you here.”
Husband: “F*** off.”
Me: “Why don’t you go get help?”
A woman walking by sees us and comes over.
Woman: “Hey! Leave him alone!”
Me: “What? Oh, no, no—”
Woman: “I said leave him alone! I’ll smack the stupid right outta you!”
Husband: “Ma’am, it’s fine. We—”
Woman: “You do not have to put up with these… fake-do-good b****es.”
Our friend, who has been standing nearby filming, finally steps in.
Friend: “Ma’am, please listen, he’s not—”
Woman: “He’s clearly a man in distress and you’re filming him!”
Friend: “No, he’s fine. He—”
Woman: “He ain’t fine!” *To my homeless “husband”* “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you something to eat.”
Husband: “Um… this is a class project.”
The woman stands there, silent, looking at all of us.
Woman: “A class project for what?”
Friend: “For [College]. I’m a film major.”
The woman seems at a loss, but then she rallies.
Woman: “Well… You can’t just go up to homeless people and put them in your—”
Husband: “I’m acting!”
Woman: “Oh. Well… you… are doing a fine job. Just don’t be out here long. Other folks won’t be so nice about you bothering the homeless.”
Friend: “Right. Thanks.”
We finished within an hour, and while other people did stop and ask what we were doing, nobody else was quite like that woman.