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So, I was out at the local mall, doing some window shopping for post-christmas presents (since I won't have money until after christmas, which my family is totally fine with IOU'S) when this gem happened. Some background: I usually wear four rings, my class ring from high school, a sterling silver one my mom gave me for my sixteenth birthday, a Claddagh ring I got out of a "Buffy" vampire slaying kit (but I wear it to also show that I have boyfriend), and an amethyst gold plated ring that my grandfather gave my grandmother right before he died. this ring is the one involved. Now, this ring is literally all I have left from him, since he died when I was three. I have small memories of his smell and his smile, but that's all. So, my grandmother gave me that ring so I could carry his memory with me where ever I went (and the fact it didn't fit her anymore).
Anyway, I'm walking through Areo, looking at the various hoodies and stuff for my boyfriend when this very well dressed mother and daughter combo walk in, wearing matching clothes (think the mom was going through a "look at me, I'm a cool, hip, young mom!" phase.) As I take a hoodie off a rack to look at the fur lining and the size, my hand with the ring is up and visible and the girl (probably only about 14 or 15) runs up screeching "Oh my God! It's so pretty!" I thought at first, she was talking about the hoodie, which was weird, until she grabs my hand and practically pulls my arm out of its socket trying to drag me over to her mom.
SM: snotty mom
OD: oblivious daughter
M: me, the poor victim
M: *I snatch my hand away from the girl* Excuse me? You can't just grab someone's hand and drag them all over the place!
OD: But your ring! It's so pretty! I wanted my mom to see it!
M: Then you could have asked for me to show it to her. Now if you will excuse me, I need....
SM: *her mother then walks up at this point, grabs my hand as well and shoves it into her face* Wow, that is beautiful! Is this what you want sweety?
OD: *practically dancing on the spot* Yes mommy, yes!
SM: What do you want for it?
M: *practically dumbfounded at this point by their rudeness* It's not for sale.
SM: *half lost smile* Oh sweetie, everything is for sale these days. Besides, it looks like you could use the money.
M:
Excuse me? *granted, I wasn't dressed up like her and my shirt happened to have some left over paint on it, but who says that to someone?! Plus, on my other hand they didn't grab, is a expensive watch by a very well known international watch company, which she also had on her wrist, which means she knows how much these things cost, so, excuse me?* No, not everything is for sale. This is a family heirloom and I am not willing to part with it. *at this point, I attempt to walk away*
OD: But MOOOOMMMMM, I WANT IT!
SM: C'mon, what kind of price would you be willing to part with it? *she then starts taking out her Gucci wallet*
M: I've already told you , it's not for sale. You could give me a million dollars and I still wouldn't sell it to you. And after how rude both you and your daughter were, I wouldn't think to give it to you even if I was selling it. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to continue to shop. *and I walk away at this point*
SM: *from across the store* Well fine then you stupid bitch! It's a hideous ring anyway! C'mon sweetie, let's find a store that doesn't allow Grinches to shop there. *she then hustles her now sniffling little princess out of the store with lots of stares following them.*
One of the employees, who I kind of know from when she worked at my favorite coffee shop came over and asked what happened. I explained it to her and she said, "They did what? Wow, people these days!" and shakes her head as she goes to help a customer get a shirt down.
Moral: Learn that no means no, no matter how rich or snotty you are.
Other shorts
These all happened aorund the same time and are short, so i thought I'd just lump them in here as well.
Walking back to my car after that incident, there is a Salvation Army bell ringer with the little red bucket that are in front of almost every store around this time of year. Everytime I have extra change, I slide some in. I happened to have a lot of change this time and thought, why not? After I put in the bucket and am thanked by the volunteer, a man in a big wool coat and bright orange hat comes up and asks, "Hey, you got any more?" I tell him no, that's all I had and start walking away. He starts to follow me to my car, berating me for not giving him change. Now, I usually carry a knife with me, but the one I got (an awesome EMS knife with window breaker and seat belt cutter for those accidents I might encounter again) but it was in my glove box at the time, so I didn't really have anything. thankfully, the volunteer saw this happening and got a security guard from the front entrance. He came over, told the guy to sod off or he'd call the cops. the left so fast, it was almost like he disappeared into thin air. He was nice enough to walk me to my car and i thanked him whole heartedly. thank you security guy and SA volunteer, that could have ended up bad.
Another one is there is a scam going on in our area. Some guy is walking door to door, getting donations for a little girl who has cancer. The thing is, he is not with the family at all and they did not know he was doing this. He is merely lying to get money. Well, he showed up at my door one day and having read the article in the paper, I told him to f*ck off or I'd call the cops (was planning on calling them anyway). He started yelling at me, telling me I was a horrible person for not wanting to help a poor dying girl. "Well, now I'm not the horrible person, because I'm not using her disease to scam the whole city for my own profit." He stopped dead, with that deer in the headlights look. "Oh yes, I know. Everyone knows, don't you read the paper? Now get the hell out of here. But first," at this, I got my phone, and took a picture of him, "the police will need that so they know what you look like. Now get the hell off my property and get the hell out of my neighborhood, before we have a bigger problem." I then slammed the door in his face, locked it, and called the cops. He was gone by the time they got there, but they were extremely impressed by the fact I got a picture of him. Hopefully they catch this guy before he scams anyone else. What kind of person uses some poor girl's disease to make money?! God, did I want to punch him in the face, but that really wouldn't have helped any.
Christmas: that time of year where so many people think only about themselves at a time where everyone else matters more. Honestly, I can't wait for the holidays to be over and done with.
Anyway, I'm walking through Areo, looking at the various hoodies and stuff for my boyfriend when this very well dressed mother and daughter combo walk in, wearing matching clothes (think the mom was going through a "look at me, I'm a cool, hip, young mom!" phase.) As I take a hoodie off a rack to look at the fur lining and the size, my hand with the ring is up and visible and the girl (probably only about 14 or 15) runs up screeching "Oh my God! It's so pretty!" I thought at first, she was talking about the hoodie, which was weird, until she grabs my hand and practically pulls my arm out of its socket trying to drag me over to her mom.
SM: snotty mom
OD: oblivious daughter
M: me, the poor victim
M: *I snatch my hand away from the girl* Excuse me? You can't just grab someone's hand and drag them all over the place!
OD: But your ring! It's so pretty! I wanted my mom to see it!
M: Then you could have asked for me to show it to her. Now if you will excuse me, I need....
SM: *her mother then walks up at this point, grabs my hand as well and shoves it into her face* Wow, that is beautiful! Is this what you want sweety?
OD: *practically dancing on the spot* Yes mommy, yes!
SM: What do you want for it?
M: *practically dumbfounded at this point by their rudeness* It's not for sale.
SM: *half lost smile* Oh sweetie, everything is for sale these days. Besides, it looks like you could use the money.
M:
Excuse me? *granted, I wasn't dressed up like her and my shirt happened to have some left over paint on it, but who says that to someone?! Plus, on my other hand they didn't grab, is a expensive watch by a very well known international watch company, which she also had on her wrist, which means she knows how much these things cost, so, excuse me?* No, not everything is for sale. This is a family heirloom and I am not willing to part with it. *at this point, I attempt to walk away*OD: But MOOOOMMMMM, I WANT IT!
SM: C'mon, what kind of price would you be willing to part with it? *she then starts taking out her Gucci wallet*
M: I've already told you , it's not for sale. You could give me a million dollars and I still wouldn't sell it to you. And after how rude both you and your daughter were, I wouldn't think to give it to you even if I was selling it. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to continue to shop. *and I walk away at this point*
SM: *from across the store* Well fine then you stupid bitch! It's a hideous ring anyway! C'mon sweetie, let's find a store that doesn't allow Grinches to shop there. *she then hustles her now sniffling little princess out of the store with lots of stares following them.*
One of the employees, who I kind of know from when she worked at my favorite coffee shop came over and asked what happened. I explained it to her and she said, "They did what? Wow, people these days!" and shakes her head as she goes to help a customer get a shirt down.
Moral: Learn that no means no, no matter how rich or snotty you are.
Other shorts
These all happened aorund the same time and are short, so i thought I'd just lump them in here as well.
Walking back to my car after that incident, there is a Salvation Army bell ringer with the little red bucket that are in front of almost every store around this time of year. Everytime I have extra change, I slide some in. I happened to have a lot of change this time and thought, why not? After I put in the bucket and am thanked by the volunteer, a man in a big wool coat and bright orange hat comes up and asks, "Hey, you got any more?" I tell him no, that's all I had and start walking away. He starts to follow me to my car, berating me for not giving him change. Now, I usually carry a knife with me, but the one I got (an awesome EMS knife with window breaker and seat belt cutter for those accidents I might encounter again) but it was in my glove box at the time, so I didn't really have anything. thankfully, the volunteer saw this happening and got a security guard from the front entrance. He came over, told the guy to sod off or he'd call the cops. the left so fast, it was almost like he disappeared into thin air. He was nice enough to walk me to my car and i thanked him whole heartedly. thank you security guy and SA volunteer, that could have ended up bad.
Another one is there is a scam going on in our area. Some guy is walking door to door, getting donations for a little girl who has cancer. The thing is, he is not with the family at all and they did not know he was doing this. He is merely lying to get money. Well, he showed up at my door one day and having read the article in the paper, I told him to f*ck off or I'd call the cops (was planning on calling them anyway). He started yelling at me, telling me I was a horrible person for not wanting to help a poor dying girl. "Well, now I'm not the horrible person, because I'm not using her disease to scam the whole city for my own profit." He stopped dead, with that deer in the headlights look. "Oh yes, I know. Everyone knows, don't you read the paper? Now get the hell out of here. But first," at this, I got my phone, and took a picture of him, "the police will need that so they know what you look like. Now get the hell off my property and get the hell out of my neighborhood, before we have a bigger problem." I then slammed the door in his face, locked it, and called the cops. He was gone by the time they got there, but they were extremely impressed by the fact I got a picture of him. Hopefully they catch this guy before he scams anyone else. What kind of person uses some poor girl's disease to make money?! God, did I want to punch him in the face, but that really wouldn't have helped any.
Christmas: that time of year where so many people think only about themselves at a time where everyone else matters more. Honestly, I can't wait for the holidays to be over and done with.
Let them try to explain, "No, we were gonna PAY for it, reeeeelllly!!!"
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