Hello and good evening to all you grand folk.
What lovely weather in my neck of the woods. A gradual pleasant descent towards inevitable months before spring. I shall not call them by name.
Jeez it's quiet here to night.
I just wanted to relate an occurrence at work. At times I hate costumers and wish I had a little button I could activate to call in security.
I work in the deli department. We serve hot food.
Just before closing time a gentleman comes up and I ask him if I can help him.
"Yes I would like a breast"
I proceed and he says
" I wondered if that was a dystopian question to ask in a grocery store"?
I glare at him and reply, holding back an urge to jump the counter and punch him,
"Sir, we serve chicken"
"Well I was thinking more of....." he says and stops as I release the full furry of my intent in my gaze. he backs off two steps.
I handed him his chicken and wish him a good night, even though I want to say, "Be careful out there"
Why do people think they can abuse the poor person behind the counter, who has no means of retaliation.
In the Real World I would have smacked him, hard.
Once many years ago, I was hanging laundry up on a warm summer day, dressed for the occasion.
My neighbor waltzes across the lawn towards me.
A very unwelcome visit, he "liked" me I knew and never in his thick scull picked up my hints that I despised his behavior.
That day he came too close, I looked at my laundry, seemingly just hanging it, and called upon my "Friends". A practice I rarely use.
" I need your help protect me"
I turned full front and smiled a sneer, he smiled back, mistaking the gesture and stepped forward. Only a foot away.
"Go" I whispered in my soul, scared he would touch me.
His smile turned to a scream as he was lifted backwards, fell and tumbled. He got up.
"What the hell was that?" He yelled shaking himself, looking at tiny me, puzzled.
I never moved he knew that.
"I don't know" I said and turned grinning to my laundry.
He became very cautious around me after that.