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One evening, I'm at the local chain drugstore waiting to check out. Two customers ahead of me is one of the scariest things I've ever seen in my life. (I give thanks today that I didn't have to stand next to her in line.)
A woman in a tight, slutty, bare, red dress is checking out, probably on her way to a bar. She looks like she's pushing forty, but that could be the mileage. She's buying cigarettes, among other things, and has a can of cheap body spray.
As I half watch her, I realize that her skin is really blotchy. I mean, like parts of her skin on legs and arms have peeled off. It's deep pink mixed in with bad tan. This is not vitiligo (I had a friend once who had it, this is definitely not it). My skin is starting to crawl, nausea is arising
and sympathy for the cashier is the only other thing I can feel. I start wondering if it's leprosy or late stage of some STD.
The cashier totals the sale, tells the skank, who then counts her money, and, of course, comes up short. We (everyone in line) then wait as the cashier has to tell her the price of each individual item. Skank asks the cashier for a discount on the body spray, "since it's not full and someone must have used it."
Cashier says, "I'm sorry, I can't do that. If you want the spray, we'll get another can and you can buy that one."
Skank grabs can, shoves it between her legs, and sprays a huge blast.
We are all in shock.
Skank then puts the can back on the counter and says, "That's okay. I won't be needing it." See above.
Cashier takes her money without a word, and we hold our breaths as she leaves.
I almost didn't check out. The thought of being near anything that woman had been near scared me, but I needed the stuff I had.
EWWWWWWWWWW, ICK, EWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
A woman in a tight, slutty, bare, red dress is checking out, probably on her way to a bar. She looks like she's pushing forty, but that could be the mileage. She's buying cigarettes, among other things, and has a can of cheap body spray.
As I half watch her, I realize that her skin is really blotchy. I mean, like parts of her skin on legs and arms have peeled off. It's deep pink mixed in with bad tan. This is not vitiligo (I had a friend once who had it, this is definitely not it). My skin is starting to crawl, nausea is arising
and sympathy for the cashier is the only other thing I can feel. I start wondering if it's leprosy or late stage of some STD.The cashier totals the sale, tells the skank, who then counts her money, and, of course, comes up short. We (everyone in line) then wait as the cashier has to tell her the price of each individual item. Skank asks the cashier for a discount on the body spray, "since it's not full and someone must have used it."
Cashier says, "I'm sorry, I can't do that. If you want the spray, we'll get another can and you can buy that one."
Skank grabs can, shoves it between her legs, and sprays a huge blast.
We are all in shock.Skank then puts the can back on the counter and says, "That's okay. I won't be needing it." See above.
Cashier takes her money without a word, and we hold our breaths as she leaves.
I almost didn't check out. The thought of being near anything that woman had been near scared me, but I needed the stuff I had.
EWWWWWWWWWW, ICK, EWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I AM the evil bastard!
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