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It never fails. Every time enter the store...
Uno
I walk into the front bathroom, and wait on the single stall. Lady exits, I enter, and see a pile of poo and cashews on the floor. I look at lady, she laughs, we both leave.
Then she puts on her Wal-Mart vest.
Dos
I walk to the fast lane checkout further in the store, instead of the closer-to-door one. Older lady steps up behind me, and starts hitting my right leg with her purse. So, I step to the left a little, and she follows... hitting my right cheek with her purse.
I wait a few minutes, shifting left or right and her following, until I say,"Please, stop hitting me with your purse." Older lady looks up, and says," Oh.. I was hitting you..." and moves back. This dance continues with "Oh, sorry.." "Oops." "I was touching you.." and so on.
The closer-to-door checkout looked less hazardous, so I ran up there behind a woman with a huge cartlod (waaaayy more than 20 items). The Older Lady follows...
And decided to stand so close to-- wait wait no.. ON me, she was breathing on my neck, her arm was on my arm, and her purse was.. well, for lack of better way of putting it, hitting my butt crack x_X
Like, repeatedly. So, naturally I was a bit ticked, and turned my face towards her, almost touching her nose, and said;
"EXCUSE ME.. Would you PLEASE stop breathing on my neck, and PLEASE STOP standing so close to me, ad PLEASE.. PLEASE kindly PULL YOUR PURSE out of my BUTT?!??!"
And she stopped, seemed like she was thinking a moment.. stepped back, and then said,"Oh. Sorry I touched you."
And when I was trying to write my check out, she decided to come close again, so I jabbed my elbow into the air while I was writing. I feel lucky it fended her off, else she'd tried to bite or some such.
Gah.
Uno
I walk into the front bathroom, and wait on the single stall. Lady exits, I enter, and see a pile of poo and cashews on the floor. I look at lady, she laughs, we both leave.
Then she puts on her Wal-Mart vest.
Dos
I walk to the fast lane checkout further in the store, instead of the closer-to-door one. Older lady steps up behind me, and starts hitting my right leg with her purse. So, I step to the left a little, and she follows... hitting my right cheek with her purse.
I wait a few minutes, shifting left or right and her following, until I say,"Please, stop hitting me with your purse." Older lady looks up, and says," Oh.. I was hitting you..." and moves back. This dance continues with "Oh, sorry.." "Oops." "I was touching you.." and so on.
The closer-to-door checkout looked less hazardous, so I ran up there behind a woman with a huge cartlod (waaaayy more than 20 items). The Older Lady follows...
And decided to stand so close to-- wait wait no.. ON me, she was breathing on my neck, her arm was on my arm, and her purse was.. well, for lack of better way of putting it, hitting my butt crack x_X
Like, repeatedly. So, naturally I was a bit ticked, and turned my face towards her, almost touching her nose, and said;
"EXCUSE ME.. Would you PLEASE stop breathing on my neck, and PLEASE STOP standing so close to me, ad PLEASE.. PLEASE kindly PULL YOUR PURSE out of my BUTT?!??!"
And she stopped, seemed like she was thinking a moment.. stepped back, and then said,"Oh. Sorry I touched you."
And when I was trying to write my check out, she decided to come close again, so I jabbed my elbow into the air while I was writing. I feel lucky it fended her off, else she'd tried to bite or some such.
Gah.
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