As a cart collector for WM I wear bright orange jackets just like hunters wear, so that I am visable to all the nuttters zipping around the parking lot like it's Daytona. Peopel still just about hit me even though i am visable from outer space, but that's not what this tale is about. Anyways, one day I am gathering carts and a woman comes up to me, this is the conversation that ensued:
ME: ta da!
OHL: Orange hating lady
OHL: HEY! YOU! <grabs my arm> Hey!
OHL: Whty the f-ck are you wearing that ugly f-cking jacket?
OHL: That hideous orange jacket.
ME: Well, I have to wear it for safety purposes.
OHL: Well my daughter and I both hate it.
ME: I am sorry to hear that.
OHL: You ain't gonna take it off.
ME: I have to waer it for safety, so I don't get hit.
OHL: To he-l with your safety , I hate orange.
ME: <irritated> Ma'am I have to wear this jacket, it's policy.
OHL: So your stupid ass will get hit by a car so what? My daughter hates it take it off!!!
ME: <tries to leave>
OHL: OH, you ain't gonna leave, <grabs my hood> until you take this jacket off. If you get hit your lazy ass won't have to collect carts .
okay...< i get free of her and bolt.
OHL: So much for customer service!!!!! I am never shopping here again!!!!!<pulls away.>
I tell my manager and the cops about the incicdent. I had written down the woman's tag number and gave i to the cops. The cops do stop her and she is found to be high on meth, and drunk.
She goes to jail, I go home.
BTW: She was stopped because a cop saw hwer swerving, it had nothing to do with me.
Weird my town's wierd.