Today I was in our local Wal-Mart picking up a new pair of work pants, some milk, and just browsing around for cheap clothes. I was trying on a cute plaid button up shirt and looking in one of those full-body mirrors they have around the clothing section when this older Mexican man comes up and starts browsing in the WOMANS clothes next to me. Take note – there was no child or woman with him. I swore I saw him when I was at the Ross store right down the street also. But anyways, there I was trying on this cute little shirt. By this time, this man is browsing through the same rack I am at. I unbotton the shirt and take it off, placing it in my cart. I here him say something, but I didn’t know it was to me because he had been on the phone just moments before. But he says it again, louder, and says “It looks very beautiful,” and smiles very creepily at me. I mutter “Thank you” and hurry away as quick as I can, while placing the button up shirt back on a nearby rack. What a stalker creep! Later, walking around the store, I saw him looking at the little girls clothes also…
So I had an interesting night. Some Bitch at Walmart was being a Bitch & said that she would laugh if Brittney got hurt & she wouldn’t call an amb. I said a few things & said id beat her ass & they trued 2 say Haley said it. I said I said id beat that bitches ass I don’t give a f**k. I said it like 20 times. O Mark went off on a diff lady cuz she got in there face. (I so can’t wait tell I have this baby cuz the next bitch is mine. I don’t care if she’s in her 40s maybe older – don’t fuck with my kids). Hope ic her on the street someday when she doesn’t have a Walmart worker do her job. Lol… What a BIG P***
10:21 a.m. Battery — Wal-Mart, 2601 Green Mount Commons. The female victim, 31, reported on Sept. 29 while she was shopping the male suspect grabbed her buttocks.
The big 4th of July weekend had just begun & my parents (whom I still live with) were setting up a tent in the backyard. Originally the wanted the table & chairs from the deck to go inside the tent but found out the legs might puncture the pleather bottom of the tent. So knowing about my strong arms, they dragged me with them to the nearest Wallyworld to go shopping for a less puncture-prone set of patio furniture. Since the Portsmouth, NH Walmart is rather ordinary, I expected them to just pick out the table & chairs, pay for them & go home. All of that was about to change that Saturday, for what do I see but some Canadian tourist walking around with a piece of tissue paper hanging out of his nose (& he’s totally oblivious aboot it, eh), marking the first Person of Walmart sighting in Portsmouth & just when it couldn’t get any weirder, as we were exiting the store, we saw a barefoot teenage boy walking around the parking lot. That was quite a day, in which, alas, the search for patio furniture was fruitless.