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…
My cousin and I were standing next in line for checkout and were noticing the family checking out in front of us. There was an older woman, her teenage daughter and who I’m thinking was the baby’s daddy with their somewhat “bouncy” little boy sitting in the cart checking out. We weren’t paying them much attention until we just happened to notice the little boy suddenly sticks his legs straight out and liquid started shooting out towards us and hit the very end of our cart.
We backed the cart up quickly and watched in horror as a rather large puddle accumulated on the floor in front of us. As we tried to alert the people in front of us of the situation they proceeded to check out and when they finally understood that their son/grandson just urinated on the floor they looked at it and left.
I was grocery shopping with my daughter & grandma at my local Walmart. My daughter was barely two at the time so she sat in the cart. I was going through the aisles when my grandma realized she forgot something so she left the aisle I was in. I went to grab something off the shelf (while taking my hands off the cart for a split second) when all of a sudden some guy grabbed my shoulder. In the creepiest voice imaginable he proceeded to tell me to keep close eye on my daughter because his was kidnapped that very same day. In complete shock all I could fathom was “I’m sorry” and tried to hurriedly get away from him. He then said he’d help “keep an eye out for me” and followed me the next two aisles. Once my grandma returned I whispered to her to get out of here, don’t ask any questions. I grabbed my daughter and left the cart full of stuff. I told my grandma the story in the car (she’s very naive) and she said “Maybe he was just warning you,” but I told her why would a guy who’s daughter was just kidnapped be trolling the aisles of Walmart?
My friend and I were walking into a Walmart not long ago when we noticed what seemed to be a little girl, 3 years old or so, digging in the back of her pants. As we got closer we realized that she was not digging in her pants, she was trying to pull them up as her speed walking mother pulled her along by her other arm. I felt bad for the toddler whos bottom was now exposed to the world, so I rushed to catch up to Momma Speed Walker and as I closed in the mother turned to yell at her child for going too slow. She looked at the little girl in disgust and loudly demanded for her to pull up her pants, as if it were the child’s fault that her mother put her in pants that were two sizes too small and wouldn’t stay up.
After giving her a look that singed her soul I made sure to comment about her parenting.