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I was at my local Wally World, picking up some things. I hop into the express lane and patiently wait, looking at various magizines when two women and their daughter I presume get behind me. Right away, they are VERY close behind me. So close that when I attempt to move, some part of them is touching my butt. This is NOT COOL! Only person who has permission to touch my butt is my boyfriend and even then it's still slightly weird. So, I step a little farther forward.....and they come right up behind again. We do this dance several times, their young daughter even getting into it. No apologies, no excuse me's, just still standing there, bitching about the store and what not. so irratating.
It is finally time for me to pay. Now, I keep my wallet in my back pocket, attached to chain so A) i don't lose it and B) so I can feel the tug when someone is trying to steal it (had this happened before, save for another rant). I reach behind me and feel not my flesh, but someone else's fleash. I turn and see the little girl staring at me with her hand grabbing the chain on my wallet. Oh HELL no!
I turn to the women, not sure who's who and say, "Excuse me? But your....daughter? (wasn't sure at this point) was trying to steal my wallet."
Yeah, you know where this is going. The bigger one puffs up like a pufferfish and literally explodes. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! MY GRANDBABY WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!"
Now, something to realize, the little girl is so scared now that she will not let go of my wallet chain. It was as if she was looking to me for protection. No bull, she was clinging to me. The other woman is red and looking around as if she doesn't know what's going on.
I point to her hand. "That is the chain my wallet is attached to. I've noticed that you all were EXTREMELY close to my back the entire time we've been waiting, with various parts touching my butt at times. I do not find this a coincidence (sp?) nor do I apprechiate you coming that close to me in the first place."
"HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF STEALING! F*UCK YOU YOU STUPID BITCH!"
*sigh* again with the stupid bitch comment. For one, I am most likely vastly smarter than you are, because 1) i don't invade people's personal space nor do I 2) make my very young grandchild steal from someone. Oh yeah, it's pissed off Tithera time.
"Do not yell at me! It is not my fault that your parenting skills have obviously rubbed off on your daughter or son, causing them to have terrible parenting skills."
"WHY YOU--"
"Don't you DARE interrupt me! Call me a stupid bitch one more time and I will use this case of 24 Pepsi's to break open your skull! I have had a terrible day and don't need stupid people like you to make it any worse. Now if you don't like the way this store works, go to a different one. Simple as that! And next time I see you with you 'grandbaby' and you try to make her steal again, I will call family services and have my sister personally take her away from you." *huff*
Silence. Stunned I presume. I gently dislodge the girls hands, although her look broke my heart. It was "please, take me with you." Believe me, if I could've, I would have. But, I pay for my stuff and proceed to leave.
Cool thing was the greeter at the door actually shook my hand. He said they come in all the time, complaining about everything. And, apparently, they've tried to pull this before. I wrote down my sister's number at family services and told him to give it to a manager. If this ever happened again, call her RIGHT THEN, or else they can't do anything about it. He nodded, waved over a manager and told him what was going on. He agreed with me and said he would get a hold her for sure.
We'll see where this goes. Gah!
It is finally time for me to pay. Now, I keep my wallet in my back pocket, attached to chain so A) i don't lose it and B) so I can feel the tug when someone is trying to steal it (had this happened before, save for another rant). I reach behind me and feel not my flesh, but someone else's fleash. I turn and see the little girl staring at me with her hand grabbing the chain on my wallet. Oh HELL no!
I turn to the women, not sure who's who and say, "Excuse me? But your....daughter? (wasn't sure at this point) was trying to steal my wallet."
Yeah, you know where this is going. The bigger one puffs up like a pufferfish and literally explodes. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! MY GRANDBABY WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!"
Now, something to realize, the little girl is so scared now that she will not let go of my wallet chain. It was as if she was looking to me for protection. No bull, she was clinging to me. The other woman is red and looking around as if she doesn't know what's going on.
I point to her hand. "That is the chain my wallet is attached to. I've noticed that you all were EXTREMELY close to my back the entire time we've been waiting, with various parts touching my butt at times. I do not find this a coincidence (sp?) nor do I apprechiate you coming that close to me in the first place."
"HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF STEALING! F*UCK YOU YOU STUPID BITCH!"
*sigh* again with the stupid bitch comment. For one, I am most likely vastly smarter than you are, because 1) i don't invade people's personal space nor do I 2) make my very young grandchild steal from someone. Oh yeah, it's pissed off Tithera time.
"Do not yell at me! It is not my fault that your parenting skills have obviously rubbed off on your daughter or son, causing them to have terrible parenting skills."
"WHY YOU--"
"Don't you DARE interrupt me! Call me a stupid bitch one more time and I will use this case of 24 Pepsi's to break open your skull! I have had a terrible day and don't need stupid people like you to make it any worse. Now if you don't like the way this store works, go to a different one. Simple as that! And next time I see you with you 'grandbaby' and you try to make her steal again, I will call family services and have my sister personally take her away from you." *huff*
Silence. Stunned I presume. I gently dislodge the girls hands, although her look broke my heart. It was "please, take me with you." Believe me, if I could've, I would have. But, I pay for my stuff and proceed to leave.
Cool thing was the greeter at the door actually shook my hand. He said they come in all the time, complaining about everything. And, apparently, they've tried to pull this before. I wrote down my sister's number at family services and told him to give it to a manager. If this ever happened again, call her RIGHT THEN, or else they can't do anything about it. He nodded, waved over a manager and told him what was going on. He agreed with me and said he would get a hold her for sure.
We'll see where this goes. Gah!
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