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The title may contain two, short, necessary context sentences. What I do know is that, apparently, the manager had severe anger issues - no surprise - and had only held his job due to nepotism until the police got involved.You must post a clear and direct question in the title. So, of course, I don’t even know if someone looking like me came skidding in sideways, late to work, or if they had just quit the night before with no notice. I’m not sure about the employee I was mistaken for I was too wound up to focus on anything but trying to gear myself down. The store was practically hysterical in their apologies to me, and I advised them to investigate how a violent person like that was able to get a management position in the first place.
I came out of the incident shaken and craving a metric ton of greasy and comforting food, but d*** proud of myself for taking out an attacker. So that no one has to ask, yes, charges were pressed, and the court date is pending. The cops separated us - no easy feat on the manager’s end - and got the stories while also checking the security cameras. The manager had both fists clenched, and he was yelling at me all sorts of nonsense, including threats of physical violence, and, “You wouldn’t be so tough without that pepper spray!” (That’s hilarious to me in retrospect considering I had just dumped a 200-plus-pound man on his a** a few minutes before.) I was just repeating over and over that I didn’t work there and that he had no right to touch me even if I did. The cops arrived on the scene to find me in a defensive stance, the manager barely being held at bay by the threat of getting pepper spray in the eyes, and people literally yelling at the manager to back off. I whipped out my keys, which had a canister of pepper spray attached, and stood near the front of the store where I’d have witnesses. My arm was throbbing from his grip, and it later developed a hand-shaped bruise that seemed to take forever to heal up. I bolted to the front and told one of the cashiers to call the police, as their manager had just put his hands on me. Blessedly, he lost his grip on me as he reflexively let go to try to catch himself. Since he was off balance anyway, he went down on the tiled floor. Then, I kicked his feet out from under him. Me: “GET YOUR MOTHERF****** HANDS OFF ME!”
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The manager’s grip is so painfully tight that I don’t free my arm so much as yank him unexpectedly backward off his balance.Īs he’s stumbling back, I bellow in a drill sergeant’s voice. I stumble off balance for all of two steps before I manage to brace my feet and yank backward. I have said for years that my dad’s greatest act of love was making sure his little girl could protect herself. The next thing I know, my arm is grabbed, hard, and I am aggressively pulled down the aisle by the manager, who is hissing through his teeth that he’s sick of my antics and that I need to learn to do what I’m told. I spin on my heel and walk a few feet down the aisle to something else that caught my eye. Three, you are about to royally piss off a customer. You have me confused with somebody else that’s not even my name.
Spiteful Employee: “If I was you, I wouldn’t play stupid little games. Me: “I think you have me confused with somebody else, ma’am. Spiteful Employee: “The boss said he wanted to see you in his office.” I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see an employee with a weirdly spiteful grin on her face. In minutes, I’m browsing and have a few coveted items in my cart. I put my purse in a shopping cart and clear the way for the other early shoppers while I get situated. I’m only barely aware that people are being sent to do some tasks by name as I snag a cart to raid the sale section. Nine o’clock hits and the doors open.Īs I’m going in, the manager is clearly finishing up a morning huddle. There’s a small scattering of fellow early birds out here with me, so I am not the awkward loner stalking the store. Since I’m an early bird anyway, I arrive a few minutes before the doors open and hang out outside until an employee unlocks the doors for the day. A local craft store is having a sale that I’ve been looking forward to.
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