So my mom has a sinus infection and decided that she's gonna stay home from work for three days, so after her and I took a break from work and homework to go vote, we went to Burger King to grab some lunch. The drive-thru line was ridiculously long and moving ridiculously slow, so I went inside to order the food. While I was paying for it, this old guy came up right next to me, like invading my personal bubble to the point where he was breathing down my neck, and asked me if I was gonna pay for his food, too. The cashier and I looked at each other like "what the fuck", and I told him no, since it was my mom's money and that she expected the change back (like she does every time she gives me cash no matter what it's for). So then the dude goes "okay, I'll accept that excuse" and walks away.
So that freak event bothered me, you know? First I have people running up to me and telling me who to vote for before I'm even in the building, and then some old fart has to invade my personal space while I'm trying to pay for my fucking Burger King, which made me have flashbacks to the time I had to tell an old guy I was ringing out that I was a lesbian so he would stop flirting with me, which made me realize that, wow, that was a whole fucking year ago and it still bothers me.
So with that thought, I started thinking of things that happened in the past that still bothers me to this day. Like some of this shit goes back, like, up to fourteen years. FOURTEEN YEARS.
I've decided that I'm gonna list them out since I haven't posted anything on the piece of shit for a while so HERE WE GO:
So I've come to the conclusion that first grade was when I started really hating school. My first grade teacher was probably the nastiest teacher I've ever had. She flat-out refused to call me "Alli" to the point where she yelled at me when I wrote it on one of my papers instead of "Allison". She went through my desk in front of the whole class. She made me stay after school to clean out my desk, and what still pisses me off to this day is that she wouldn't let me go outside and tell my dad I had to stay, or let me go to the office so one of the secretaries could tell my dad I had to stay, so my dad was the last parent standing in the parking lot panicking 'cause he didn't see me leave the school (my dad wasn't a big fan of her either, and even wrote her a letter voicing his displeasure of how she treated me that year). She wouldn't let me and J near each other - like we weren't even allowed to stand in line next to each other - and she made the lunch moms make sure we didn't sit next to each other at lunch. Like I could probably write a book about how much I hated my overall elementary school experience, but first grade was the worst.
Third grade was pretty horrid, too, but definitely not as horrid as first. We had to take these "minute math" quizzes, which were absolutely horrible since I suck at math, and then we had to pass them to another student for them to grade. In fact, we had to do that a lot when I was in elementary school. Why would I want another student to know how horrible I did on a test? Thankfully, my classmates had enough respect to not discuss anyone else's grades with each other, but still holy shit it was so embarrassing.
So one Sunday at work, I was opening at the movie counter, and about 20 minutes toward the end of my shift, this guy comes up to my register. He was obviously a little on the slow side, so I tried to be as patient as possible. He proceeded to ask me how often a married couple should do the deed. SUPER inappropriate thing to ask your cashier. Thankfully, a lady was walking by and saw what was going on, so she came over to the counter to purchase her stuff. He then walked away.
SO cut to a few months later. I'm working the afternoon shift up front and I go back to the movie counter to cover someone's lunch break and BAM, there's Hanky Panky Dude talking to the cashier. She ended the conversation and left for her lunch, so I thought the dude would walk away. NOPE. He started a conversation with me. He showed me some shit on his phone that he recorded from the TV and asked me about my cats. He started asking about my porn preferences, whether I'd prefer seeing 2 guys or 2 girls make out, told me how he wants to divorce his wife because she refuses to fuck him, and repeatedly asked if I wanted his number or if I found him attractive. I pulled my emergency "I'm a lesbian" card, since that works 90% of the time since most of the creepy old guys that flirt with me at work are homophobic asshats, and that completely backfired, 'cause then he asked me if I would make out with his wife while he watched.
My friend at the deli was watching the whole thing go down and was two seconds away from calling security, but then the other cashier came back and I was able to go back up front. I told the cashiers up front what the dude said to me, to which they replied that he was "harmless" and that he's a regular customer. Like. No. That was not harmless. That was the second time I had to deal with inappropriate questions from that guy. Next time he won't be so lucky.
I've had to deal with a lot of racist asshats at work, too. Over the summer, I had a lady come to my register right before we closed. She complained to me about the carnival that was being held at my elementary school, and how she had to leave it earlier than she planned. I asked if there were too many people and she responded that there were too many black people. There was another lady a few weeks later that told me "they don't know how to say 'excuse me' right" after the black lady before here said "excuse me" while she moved her cart to walk out the door.
Just...stop. Stop it.
There's so much more. If I didn't have to go to work in a bit I'd write more examples. Just...holy shit can I hold a grudge. That's probably not healthy at all. And I know there are people that have had it worse but wow does this shit piss me off.
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