The only time I go outside is roughly twice a week to go to the local ethnic-owned (Armenian or Pakistani? I know the bitch in the story is armenian but the clerks working there are pakistani/indian) corner store. It has all the stuff I need and is packed with items on its shelves all the time. It's one of those stores where EVERYTHNG has stuff on it, so I can go there for cleaning supplies, chemicals, office supplies, food, candles, etc. It is also right next to my house so I can be in and out back in my room in 10 minutes maximum.
I was walking into the store and before I even entered the doors I saw the cashier/clerk outside, and she is an old (has to be in her 60's or 70's) old armenian hag who barely speaks any english. She is outside on a smoke break because the corner store fucking never has people in it. Immediately in my peripheral vision I see her sizing me up, and she is only an inch shorter or 2 inches shorter than I (she is typical frail old mean foreign lady steryotype). She gives me this look of disgust as I walk by her, and she even lets out a sigh as she follows me into the store and stomps her cigarette out.
I proceed to get my things, again not taking very long. Already aggravated from her looking at me like she did for just being in her presence, staring at my subhumanity like I was a turk that genocided her grandparents. When I put the stuff down she makes eye contact and gives me the all too familiar look females give to ugly males, except shes twice their fucking age. She blurts out the sum in an unfriendly tone and pushes the bag out for me to bag it myself (corona virus problems maybe? Idk).
As soon as I walk out I automatically start getting angrier and angrier. I had already had a shitty week filled with migraines, stress issues and general problems of health and hopelessness. Another day ruined by a female. All I thought about was killing her. How if it weren't for my societal chains and social constructs we call "morals" her head would be in a bloody soup on the pavement mashed by my boots. She dare look at me like that when I could, even in my subhuman physical form, fucking end her in a second. Snap her frail weak old body into two's. How dare she look at me like she did! It was terrible! A grave injustice man should never ever have to endure, nevertheless by a stupid old filthy raggedy chain smoking hag!
I wish we could at least go back to the days where she wouldn't work there or the days where the look she gave me, the ATTITUDE she gave me, would have been deserving of atleast one slap across the mouth. Unfortunately those times are long done, nie, they are extinct!
I was walking into the store and before I even entered the doors I saw the cashier/clerk outside, and she is an old (has to be in her 60's or 70's) old armenian hag who barely speaks any english. She is outside on a smoke break because the corner store fucking never has people in it. Immediately in my peripheral vision I see her sizing me up, and she is only an inch shorter or 2 inches shorter than I (she is typical frail old mean foreign lady steryotype). She gives me this look of disgust as I walk by her, and she even lets out a sigh as she follows me into the store and stomps her cigarette out.
I proceed to get my things, again not taking very long. Already aggravated from her looking at me like she did for just being in her presence, staring at my subhumanity like I was a turk that genocided her grandparents. When I put the stuff down she makes eye contact and gives me the all too familiar look females give to ugly males, except shes twice their fucking age. She blurts out the sum in an unfriendly tone and pushes the bag out for me to bag it myself (corona virus problems maybe? Idk).
As soon as I walk out I automatically start getting angrier and angrier. I had already had a shitty week filled with migraines, stress issues and general problems of health and hopelessness. Another day ruined by a female. All I thought about was killing her. How if it weren't for my societal chains and social constructs we call "morals" her head would be in a bloody soup on the pavement mashed by my boots. She dare look at me like that when I could, even in my subhuman physical form, fucking end her in a second. Snap her frail weak old body into two's. How dare she look at me like she did! It was terrible! A grave injustice man should never ever have to endure, nevertheless by a stupid old filthy raggedy chain smoking hag!
I wish we could at least go back to the days where she wouldn't work there or the days where the look she gave me, the ATTITUDE she gave me, would have been deserving of atleast one slap across the mouth. Unfortunately those times are long done, nie, they are extinct!
