I was cashiering at my local Walmart when this ghetto ass giant lard of doodoo on two legs, built like a linebacker came up in my lane in her leggings. Right off the bat she had that smug look and she kept staring me down. I pick up on it after a few seconds and I wanted to tell her to fix her face, but customers were nearby and I didn’t want to make a scene and look like the bad guy. I wasn’t too concerned about her boyfriend who was riding in an electric cart (I could probably take him even without it). Not a goddamn word, just the silent bitch stare.
If it weren’t for the law or what I’ve said above, I might’ve challenging her.
“Either you stop looking down on me like that, or I’ll make sure you’ll be looking up for the rest of your life! Pull my hair, claw me. It won’t matter what you’ll try and do to me. I know where to strike, and my punches and slaps are not normal; I’ll fuck your shit up like the tylenol and other otc meds you’ve stupidly overdosed on, you worthless piece of trash!”
If it weren’t for the law or what I’ve said above, I might’ve challenging her.
“Either you stop looking down on me like that, or I’ll make sure you’ll be looking up for the rest of your life! Pull my hair, claw me. It won’t matter what you’ll try and do to me. I know where to strike, and my punches and slaps are not normal; I’ll fuck your shit up like the tylenol and other otc meds you’ve stupidly overdosed on, you worthless piece of trash!”
