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Now, as colorful as my thought process is, I am by nature a very protective person and heavy on the patience side.
It was half off Saturday at Goodwill, and I was in line with my Mom and our friend near my Mom's age.
An older couple stands in line behind us, a man who is talking loudly and walking/standing entirely too close to my ass, and woman who is sometimes on a cellphone, constantly commenting with everyone around her (or on her phone) and especially with her husband about how good she looks, how much weight she lost, hubby chimes in how sexy he is (HURP) and how thin he looks, they talk about how young they look, and etc. shallowness.
Not so bad, I laugh in my head about it, get annoyed by the man touching my shoulder when he walks by, or reaching with his armpit in my face. Even with the woman loudly yelling beside my ear and hitting me in the butt with their buggy, I can handle it. I worked in food for 5 1/2 years and am on my 7th month in retail.
Mom gets annoyed, but friend and I keep her busy.
40 minutes pass... and this unholypet is damned angry but calm and polite.
We make it close to the hanger bin, and my Mom and friend are getting their's ready to toss in. The husband has now been bashing my ass so often it's got an angry line across it, and the woman and husband are constantly shoving me to reach things they could wait a couple minutes to get to.
I turn around to them, and in my calmest, nicest voice I say," Excuse me, but could you please not push your buggy so far? It keeps hitting me and I think we're both having to dodge it to get to these side racks," and I turn around.
Husband starts yelling about how I was being a disrespectful child and he has never hit anyone with a buggy before in his life, and wife yells about how I'm just an ugly person.
I mumbled for them to suck it.
Well, 10 minutes pass.
We have no moved from the mountain of items someone far ahead is buying.
The old couple is continuing to insult me and bash with the cart, shoving me roughly (or as roughly as people their age can) in the shoulder, and yelling to everyone else about me being a bitch.
I turned again and said," I'm not trying to start anything with you, I just wanted you to stop hitting me. Could you now stop yelling right in my ear? I don't care if your sister didn't deserve her inheritance from her mother, and sir, I don't care if you're a size 30," and turned around. They kept on.
This whole time the woman in a wheelchair behind them is maintaining a respectful distance.
They start yelling at me some more. My Mom decides that a good half hour of them is enough, but before she can say anything to them, a young woman umm... I don't know if it's Amish or Meninite (sp?)... but she said excuse me, so she could get into the hanger bin. I say,"OH! I am so sorry..." and scoot well out of her way and a little too close to my Mom and our friend.
The old man snatches from this young woman her hangers, yells," BACK OFF! That little heathen might beat you down for standing too close to her!!"
-_-
So, Mom has had it. She explains in an agitated tone that I was being very polite to them, and asked - not demanded as they were shouting - that they stop, and she stood right there watching them physically abuse me and would they quit agging it on so we can all shut up and let it go. The woman tells my Mom that she should mind her own damn business and that I am nothing but a little bitch trying to ruin every one else's day, etc. The husband chimes in encouragement to her in one word forme, and keeps it going.
I stand there watching my Mom's eyes, and our friend is paying for her own items right now, having walked the entire length up. I get my Mom to walk ahead, and she tells the woman to just drop it, we're all about to leave. The woman declares that my Mom can make her drop it if she dares.
My Mom declares that if she thinks she can take my Mom, she can try. The husband chimes in with,"I know she can take your ass." They continue to yells things like," calling the police, sue your asses, think you can take me down, you bitch, acting like a foo'," etc. The couple raged that the cripple bitch (!!!) behind them kept hitting their cart and making them go forward into ramming me. (So wait.. I thought you neevr hit anyone with a buggy ever??)
My Mom turned back around and glared at them as she went to set her things down on the counter. The old woman raised her hand in the air and walk-ran to my Mom - MY Mom - 's head. I slapped her old arm back, stared her in the face and with the lowest growling voice I had said," You touch my mother, and I will fucking kill you."
I turned back to my Mom, stared ahead making little moons of blood with my nails into my fists, as this old bitch continues to dare me touch her hot ass.
I explained to her that she had better go back to her fucking daddy and leave me alone.
The employees stood by and watched, and the other customers stared in awe at me as I walked out and punched the fuck out of the brick walls leading to the exit. They also stared in shock at the old people.
It was half off Saturday at Goodwill, and I was in line with my Mom and our friend near my Mom's age.
An older couple stands in line behind us, a man who is talking loudly and walking/standing entirely too close to my ass, and woman who is sometimes on a cellphone, constantly commenting with everyone around her (or on her phone) and especially with her husband about how good she looks, how much weight she lost, hubby chimes in how sexy he is (HURP) and how thin he looks, they talk about how young they look, and etc. shallowness.
Not so bad, I laugh in my head about it, get annoyed by the man touching my shoulder when he walks by, or reaching with his armpit in my face. Even with the woman loudly yelling beside my ear and hitting me in the butt with their buggy, I can handle it. I worked in food for 5 1/2 years and am on my 7th month in retail.
Mom gets annoyed, but friend and I keep her busy.
40 minutes pass... and this unholypet is damned angry but calm and polite.
We make it close to the hanger bin, and my Mom and friend are getting their's ready to toss in. The husband has now been bashing my ass so often it's got an angry line across it, and the woman and husband are constantly shoving me to reach things they could wait a couple minutes to get to.
I turn around to them, and in my calmest, nicest voice I say," Excuse me, but could you please not push your buggy so far? It keeps hitting me and I think we're both having to dodge it to get to these side racks," and I turn around.
Husband starts yelling about how I was being a disrespectful child and he has never hit anyone with a buggy before in his life, and wife yells about how I'm just an ugly person.
I mumbled for them to suck it.
Well, 10 minutes pass.
We have no moved from the mountain of items someone far ahead is buying.
The old couple is continuing to insult me and bash with the cart, shoving me roughly (or as roughly as people their age can) in the shoulder, and yelling to everyone else about me being a bitch.
I turned again and said," I'm not trying to start anything with you, I just wanted you to stop hitting me. Could you now stop yelling right in my ear? I don't care if your sister didn't deserve her inheritance from her mother, and sir, I don't care if you're a size 30," and turned around. They kept on.
This whole time the woman in a wheelchair behind them is maintaining a respectful distance.
They start yelling at me some more. My Mom decides that a good half hour of them is enough, but before she can say anything to them, a young woman umm... I don't know if it's Amish or Meninite (sp?)... but she said excuse me, so she could get into the hanger bin. I say,"OH! I am so sorry..." and scoot well out of her way and a little too close to my Mom and our friend.
The old man snatches from this young woman her hangers, yells," BACK OFF! That little heathen might beat you down for standing too close to her!!"
-_-
So, Mom has had it. She explains in an agitated tone that I was being very polite to them, and asked - not demanded as they were shouting - that they stop, and she stood right there watching them physically abuse me and would they quit agging it on so we can all shut up and let it go. The woman tells my Mom that she should mind her own damn business and that I am nothing but a little bitch trying to ruin every one else's day, etc. The husband chimes in encouragement to her in one word forme, and keeps it going.
I stand there watching my Mom's eyes, and our friend is paying for her own items right now, having walked the entire length up. I get my Mom to walk ahead, and she tells the woman to just drop it, we're all about to leave. The woman declares that my Mom can make her drop it if she dares.
My Mom declares that if she thinks she can take my Mom, she can try. The husband chimes in with,"I know she can take your ass." They continue to yells things like," calling the police, sue your asses, think you can take me down, you bitch, acting like a foo'," etc. The couple raged that the cripple bitch (!!!) behind them kept hitting their cart and making them go forward into ramming me. (So wait.. I thought you neevr hit anyone with a buggy ever??)
My Mom turned back around and glared at them as she went to set her things down on the counter. The old woman raised her hand in the air and walk-ran to my Mom - MY Mom - 's head. I slapped her old arm back, stared her in the face and with the lowest growling voice I had said," You touch my mother, and I will fucking kill you."
I turned back to my Mom, stared ahead making little moons of blood with my nails into my fists, as this old bitch continues to dare me touch her hot ass.
I explained to her that she had better go back to her fucking daddy and leave me alone.
The employees stood by and watched, and the other customers stared in awe at me as I walked out and punched the fuck out of the brick walls leading to the exit. They also stared in shock at the old people.
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