1440 hours. Monday.
I needed to print photo s of my boy, buy a case of muscle milk, water etc..
I go in after trap s delts tri s with an underarmor shirt..veigned and as pumped as my skinny ass can be..looking to the left at the for sale stuff.
I m in gear..purposeful stride and a wannabe gangsta hard type get s almost knocked over as
1- I m blind in that right eye
2- I m 200 pds..he was a buck fifty..maybe.
3- He was off balance holding up his pants and I must have got him on the sway out part of his stride..he had to stutter step to recover.
4-I don t give a -uck.
I got my cart and noticed I was being cased by 3 of the wannabes. I approached timidly and whispered in an apologetic tone...
Are you all together ?
Das rite
eeyaah
uuh uuuh
( combined iQ s maybe 100 )
Well then ..-uck all 3 of you.
Silence prevailed.
These type s make people like my mother move when she shops. (OK Mama is in Bavaria, and there are zero of those there, but you get it right ?)
I m rambling but damn I hate where we re going.
I m not going to Walmart anymore.