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In this lovely college town of ours, we of course have a mall. Although it is one of the smaller malls in the area, I've come to know and love it so. Unfortunetly, it seems so have the SCs of this area.
Awesome Boobage
So, I went into Victoria Secret to return a bra that my mother bought. It was too big and bit too bright and colorful for me. She let me return it so I could use the money for gas and what not. Now, there is a sale going on and that means the sleezy boyfriends and over-excitable girlfriends are out and about. Oh Joy.
I hope in line and wait to get up to the clerk. As I'm waiting, some creepy guy, standing not to far from me, does a double take and starts staring at me. He is visbile PANTING at the site of my too large bra. I try to ignore him, that is, until he comes up to me and starts touching my arm.
SG: (sleezy guy) Hey there gorgeous. Am I gonna get a chance to see them titties?
Right about the time he starts reaching for my chest, I grab his hand and do this little manuever where I twist his hand back behind him in a very painful manner. I usually don't use this technic unless I feel threaten and boy did I feel threaten. He starts whinning and yelling, telling me to stop. I tell him to apologize for being a creep when his even more sleezier girlfriend pops up. She starts screaming and yelling at me to let her perfect man go, that he would never do such a thing! Bull!
Thankfully, the saleslady at the desk saw the whole thing and informed SGF that he did indeed do that and that they both were never allowed in the store again. I the let go of the guy's arm and promptly wave them out of the store. I return the bra and move on.
The Teenies Are Attacking!
After that lovely episode, I thought I'd find sancturary in Hot Topic. Love the music, love the clothes and the clerks are all good friends of mine. I enter and am greeted by the clerk. We begin talking about the new music albums that came out, the tragedy of Slipknot's bassit passing, etc. Now, I'm exactly dressed terribly, I'm in black capris and a purple Aero shirt, with longish hair and some girly looking sunglasses. Apparently, I looked to be about 12, which is weird because I'm 19 and am usually mistaken for 21 (except in some other stories on here). Well, according to the buffed up, pierced and tattooed guys that sauntered in just then, I looked like a teenie bopper and they would have none of that!
BG1: (buff guy 1) What the fuck? Is this store going to hell too? Fucking teenie boppers!
Of. course, me being the only other customer in the store, he is talking about me. I ignore him and continue on with the conversation about Slipknot with the clerk when BG2 comes up.
BG2: Fuck off teenie! We don't need you coming in here, giggling about fucking Edward and Twilight bullshit all day. *after ignoring him once more* Didn't you hear me? I said FUCK OFF!
He then proceeds to shove me into the glass display case beside me, which hurt like a bitch mind you. The clerk is stunned for a second, but since I was still on a slight adreline rush from the prior incident, I smoothly get to my feet and get right up in his face.
Me: Look you overgrown, steriod mother fucker. I am not a teenie. I am 19, almost 20 years old. I absolutely HATE Twilight and all that it gave birth to. I have shopped here since the day this store has opened and I will continue to shop as long as I so please. I would like to have a normal shopping day for once, but apparently every male in this goddamn hell hole has NO RESPECT FOR THAT! I was just fucking attacked in VS not even five minutes ago! I do not have the time or patience to deal with fuck heads like you two. Now how bout you two fuck off so I can discuss meaningful things with my friend. *huff*
Both of them stand there like their mom just spanked them, which is what I was going for. By this time, clerk has reappeared from the back and notifies us that he has called security. Both guys take off. Clerk apologizes for not acting quick enough. I tell him it's ok, I think I broke their masculine spirit any way. I move on.
Book Store Crankies
So I have made it to the Walden's Books, and am trolling amongest the shelves of adult fiction, trying to find a certain book I've been informed that just came in. As I am doing so, a woman and her two young daughters (about 10 and 12ish) are looking at the Twilight collection. Oh dear. Here it comes. The woman comes up to me and asks my opinion about it.
W: What do you think about this series?
Me: I don't particularly like it.
Daughter 1: (the youngest) Why not? Edward and Jacob are so cute!
Me: *internal sigh* Well, miss, that would deal with movie, not the book. I don't like it mainly because of that. If a book has to have so much promotion and movies and what not to sell, it can't be very good.
D2: Have you even read it? *said in a snotty I-know-everything-voice*
Me: Yes actually I have and I don't think it's too appropriate for your girls to read.
D1+D2: What, why?
Me: Because, to me, it sends the wrong message. Plus, it's full of violence and sexual content, especially the last book. It's real more of a young adult to adult book.
Mother, after hearing that, says no way to her girls and they evily glare at me as they leave.
Bonus: As I was leaving the mall, the steriod dudes we're being hauled away by security. I happily waved at them as I walked out to the parking lot. Ah justice.
Awesome Boobage
So, I went into Victoria Secret to return a bra that my mother bought. It was too big and bit too bright and colorful for me. She let me return it so I could use the money for gas and what not. Now, there is a sale going on and that means the sleezy boyfriends and over-excitable girlfriends are out and about. Oh Joy.
I hope in line and wait to get up to the clerk. As I'm waiting, some creepy guy, standing not to far from me, does a double take and starts staring at me. He is visbile PANTING at the site of my too large bra. I try to ignore him, that is, until he comes up to me and starts touching my arm.
SG: (sleezy guy) Hey there gorgeous. Am I gonna get a chance to see them titties?
Right about the time he starts reaching for my chest, I grab his hand and do this little manuever where I twist his hand back behind him in a very painful manner. I usually don't use this technic unless I feel threaten and boy did I feel threaten. He starts whinning and yelling, telling me to stop. I tell him to apologize for being a creep when his even more sleezier girlfriend pops up. She starts screaming and yelling at me to let her perfect man go, that he would never do such a thing! Bull!
Thankfully, the saleslady at the desk saw the whole thing and informed SGF that he did indeed do that and that they both were never allowed in the store again. I the let go of the guy's arm and promptly wave them out of the store. I return the bra and move on.
The Teenies Are Attacking!
After that lovely episode, I thought I'd find sancturary in Hot Topic. Love the music, love the clothes and the clerks are all good friends of mine. I enter and am greeted by the clerk. We begin talking about the new music albums that came out, the tragedy of Slipknot's bassit passing, etc. Now, I'm exactly dressed terribly, I'm in black capris and a purple Aero shirt, with longish hair and some girly looking sunglasses. Apparently, I looked to be about 12, which is weird because I'm 19 and am usually mistaken for 21 (except in some other stories on here). Well, according to the buffed up, pierced and tattooed guys that sauntered in just then, I looked like a teenie bopper and they would have none of that!
BG1: (buff guy 1) What the fuck? Is this store going to hell too? Fucking teenie boppers!
Of. course, me being the only other customer in the store, he is talking about me. I ignore him and continue on with the conversation about Slipknot with the clerk when BG2 comes up.
BG2: Fuck off teenie! We don't need you coming in here, giggling about fucking Edward and Twilight bullshit all day. *after ignoring him once more* Didn't you hear me? I said FUCK OFF!
He then proceeds to shove me into the glass display case beside me, which hurt like a bitch mind you. The clerk is stunned for a second, but since I was still on a slight adreline rush from the prior incident, I smoothly get to my feet and get right up in his face.
Me: Look you overgrown, steriod mother fucker. I am not a teenie. I am 19, almost 20 years old. I absolutely HATE Twilight and all that it gave birth to. I have shopped here since the day this store has opened and I will continue to shop as long as I so please. I would like to have a normal shopping day for once, but apparently every male in this goddamn hell hole has NO RESPECT FOR THAT! I was just fucking attacked in VS not even five minutes ago! I do not have the time or patience to deal with fuck heads like you two. Now how bout you two fuck off so I can discuss meaningful things with my friend. *huff*
Both of them stand there like their mom just spanked them, which is what I was going for. By this time, clerk has reappeared from the back and notifies us that he has called security. Both guys take off. Clerk apologizes for not acting quick enough. I tell him it's ok, I think I broke their masculine spirit any way. I move on.
Book Store Crankies
So I have made it to the Walden's Books, and am trolling amongest the shelves of adult fiction, trying to find a certain book I've been informed that just came in. As I am doing so, a woman and her two young daughters (about 10 and 12ish) are looking at the Twilight collection. Oh dear. Here it comes. The woman comes up to me and asks my opinion about it.
W: What do you think about this series?
Me: I don't particularly like it.
Daughter 1: (the youngest) Why not? Edward and Jacob are so cute!
Me: *internal sigh* Well, miss, that would deal with movie, not the book. I don't like it mainly because of that. If a book has to have so much promotion and movies and what not to sell, it can't be very good.
D2: Have you even read it? *said in a snotty I-know-everything-voice*
Me: Yes actually I have and I don't think it's too appropriate for your girls to read.
D1+D2: What, why?
Me: Because, to me, it sends the wrong message. Plus, it's full of violence and sexual content, especially the last book. It's real more of a young adult to adult book.
Mother, after hearing that, says no way to her girls and they evily glare at me as they leave.
Bonus: As I was leaving the mall, the steriod dudes we're being hauled away by security. I happily waved at them as I walked out to the parking lot. Ah justice.
smiley. I know exactly what happens. I didn't think it was that graphic to be honest. It's why hollywood was having such a hard time with making the movie because of the nature of that particular book.
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