Why do i find myself dialing 911 so often these days?
After a mildly ill start, with me waking up at an ungodly hour in the afternoon hungover and late for work, Wednesday still ended up being pretty happy. I went to the Heartland with Samm afterwork and had a front row seat to an all jew version of the love connection. It was hot. Speaking of hot- my seat was right next to a boy too beautiful for words.
So far, that was the high point of my week. Because the following morning, i had to call security to throw a psycho woman out of the store. Yeah. She wanted to write a check to buy movies, but she didn't have a blockbuster account so policy (which is so clearly posted) is that she can't. I tried to explain this to her, but being that she was a skeezy cokehead, instead of accepting the fact that no, sorry, she would have to live without purchasing scary movie 2 for one more day, she decided to cause a scene. After yelling at me, making me call my store manager, then demanding for the number for *his* boss, i had just about had enough. Still, it wasn't until: "Listen bitch, i'm not leaving until you sell me my goddamn movie" that i had security throw her out. And even then the crazy bitch refused to leave. The security guy was like "Listen, are we going to do this the easy way, or are we going to have to do it the hard way?" Why do they always *always* always pick the hard way?
Still, i'd take her over what happened today. It started off as a normal enough day at work. Michelle and I basically dicked around and watched movies for most of it. Around four she had to take off and go down the street to drop off a movie and pick up some paperwork. She wasn't gone more then ten minutes when i heard shelves being knocked down and some kid screaming. I've had enough experience with temper tantrums to not be too freaked and i went over to investigate. What i found was something else entirely. It happened so fast but i saw two men scuffling, a woman trying to pull the little girl out of the fray, then one of the men pulled out the knife. All i could do was stand there, frozen, and watch the knife tear into flesh. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything as he grabbed the little girl and dragged her out the door. Even she had the sense to scream and cry and fight against him the whole time. She couldn't of been nine years old. All i could to was watch. It was like it was happening somewhere really far away. Like i was really just sitting at home watching a dramatization on some late night crime mystery show. After that it was just a blur of firetrucks and ambulances. Police asking stupid questions and trying to find answers in a grainy cctv in the back. Everything just felt so distant. I called Samm when i got home, i didn't really feel like being alone, so we got food and just tried to not talk about it, or think about it, and just let it sit there like a 3000 lb purple elephant no one wants to look at.
Yeah. I need another smoke.
So far, that was the high point of my week. Because the following morning, i had to call security to throw a psycho woman out of the store. Yeah. She wanted to write a check to buy movies, but she didn't have a blockbuster account so policy (which is so clearly posted) is that she can't. I tried to explain this to her, but being that she was a skeezy cokehead, instead of accepting the fact that no, sorry, she would have to live without purchasing scary movie 2 for one more day, she decided to cause a scene. After yelling at me, making me call my store manager, then demanding for the number for *his* boss, i had just about had enough. Still, it wasn't until: "Listen bitch, i'm not leaving until you sell me my goddamn movie" that i had security throw her out. And even then the crazy bitch refused to leave. The security guy was like "Listen, are we going to do this the easy way, or are we going to have to do it the hard way?" Why do they always *always* always pick the hard way?
Still, i'd take her over what happened today. It started off as a normal enough day at work. Michelle and I basically dicked around and watched movies for most of it. Around four she had to take off and go down the street to drop off a movie and pick up some paperwork. She wasn't gone more then ten minutes when i heard shelves being knocked down and some kid screaming. I've had enough experience with temper tantrums to not be too freaked and i went over to investigate. What i found was something else entirely. It happened so fast but i saw two men scuffling, a woman trying to pull the little girl out of the fray, then one of the men pulled out the knife. All i could do was stand there, frozen, and watch the knife tear into flesh. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything as he grabbed the little girl and dragged her out the door. Even she had the sense to scream and cry and fight against him the whole time. She couldn't of been nine years old. All i could to was watch. It was like it was happening somewhere really far away. Like i was really just sitting at home watching a dramatization on some late night crime mystery show. After that it was just a blur of firetrucks and ambulances. Police asking stupid questions and trying to find answers in a grainy cctv in the back. Everything just felt so distant. I called Samm when i got home, i didn't really feel like being alone, so we got food and just tried to not talk about it, or think about it, and just let it sit there like a 3000 lb purple elephant no one wants to look at.
Yeah. I need another smoke.