There I was standing in line (suprise suprise) at wally world in Apache Juncton, Arizona. At the time I was bartending at the establishment across the street, but stopped by to purchase some cigs on my break. All of the sudden I feel a sharp sting on my ass, somebody had slapped it really hard. At first I figured it had to be someone I know messing with me, but as I turned around to investigate, to my dismay, no familiar faces to be seen. I did however notice a short, fat, balding little weasel quickly walking away but still loking at me and smirking. I was pissed!!! I marched straight over and told him how dare he touch me, and demanded to know just who he thought he was.
His response blew me away. he said, “All you bitches are the same, you walk around flaunting your stuff then get mad when us guys give you any attention.”
Let me just take a second and explain to you fine people how I was “flaunting” it. As I stated before I was on break from work, wearing black pants, a black regular t-shirt w/ company logo, and a black hoodie sweatshirt. The only skin I had showing was my hands and face. Apparently that was enough to get this perv off.
I lost it, I told him to f*ck off among other things. By this time quite the crowd had gathered around us, and the dude became increasingly aggitated with me to the point of threatening physical violence. Finally a nice man stepped in and told the perv he had no right to speak to a lady like that. Now the perv and good samaritan started going at it. I stood in disbelief as it now turned into a full on fist fight!
My knight in shining armor got in the last punch before security finally came over and broke up the fight. When the cops finally came, they were asking me how this all got started. After I explained and they were taking the perv away, he yelled that he wanted to press charges against me. The cops started laughing and one of them said, “Don’t worry buddy, we are gonna book her for indecent exposure.”
Only at Walmart…
One night during my shift, I was on my 15 min break and went in to use the bathroom. I had to pee badly! As I just stepped into the men’s room a customer shoved by me and hurried himself to a stall.
Stepping up to the urinal, I heard a shuffling and the guy say “Come on, come on! Damn belt… there… got it!” Then all of a sudden I hear “FFFFFLLLLAAAAARRRRTTTTTT!-SPLAT!!!!”
The gentleman in the stall exclaimed “Oh shit, it’s all over my shoes!” I choked back a chuckle (loudly I might add) almost peeing my pants in the process! The guy in the stall yells to me…. “Hello? Are you still there? Could you help me please?”
I ran from the men’s room and went to front-end to use the other. The rest of the night I was worried that I was going to see that customer and go to management to tell on me. But nope nothing like that happened.
Looks like Mrs. T here got hit with a Night Elf Mohawk grenade.
Hey lady, yellow submarine does not refer to the hoagie.