I’ve got something in my front pocket for you. Why don’t you reach down in my pocket and see what it is? Then grab onto it, it’s just for you. Give a little squeeze and say: “How do you do?” There’s something in my front pocket… There’s something in my front pocket… There’s something in my front pocket!
<Anonymous> Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it. <Anonymous> Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! FUCK!.” By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid. <Anonymous> Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m FUCKING HIV POSITIVE.” <Anonymous> And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just s we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is. <Anonymous> I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.
It sucks so bad, I used to love my job and most days kinda looked forward to going. Not here though. I get funny looks everywhere I go cause no staff recognise me, I’m expected to know where everything is and how to do everything, even though the procedures here are completely different. I’ve been left pretty much unsupervised on more than one occasion.
I’m sick of no one making an effort to try and get to know me. I’m doing my best. I promised myself not to let this shit get to me but its difficult.