English: Greyhound bus stopping at a rest area (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A Glass of Wine Awaits (Photo credit: evita2005)
I was passing the store I hate on my way home and remembered I needed bread. I didn’t really want to go into the store, but it was either take a very long walk, or do without bread. I decided to go into the store. I told myself I’d go in and get the hell out of the store very quickly.
I walked into the store, quickly walked to the bread section, grabbed the bread, turned around and almost ran into the store manager. I was in the store less than two minutes, and he was following me around the store. I walked right up to him, held up the bread and said, “I just got this bread and I’m going to the cashier and pay for it.” His eyes got really big and he gave me a look that said, “Oops, I’m caught.” He had a shopping cart with him to look as if he was doing something. He had nothing in the cart and was doing absolutely nothing but following me around the store in the two short minutes I was in it.
I continued to the cashier, paid for the bread and left.
It’s sickening to go somewhere and be treated like a thief. This is not the only store this happens in. Any store I enter, right away, everybody who works in the store is on the lookout to catch me stealing something.
We targets are the worse of the worse. There isn’t anything we won’t steal, damage, drink, etc.
That”s another thing that bothers me, drinks. I buy a beverage in some stores that looks like a beer bottle. It’s a health drink and I’ve drunk it since I was a little girl. No alcohol in the drink whatsoever. My mother used to drink it with a raw egg in it. I don’t, though. But the bottle is brown and has the look of beer, the drink is brown in coloring. But there’s no alcohol in the drink and it’s not charged as alcohol in the store. But what do I see in the complex where I live? The guy next to me, the alcoholic, keeps a beer can on the table he has out in front of his apartment. The woman downstairs in apartment 107, has a beer bottle sitting out in front of her apartment. A lot of the idiots who live here walk around carrying empty beer bottles. I’m supposed to be an alcoholic. I don’t even drink! But the perps are told that I am and they’re to push that angle, because it makes me look bad. If there’s one thing I’m not is an alcoholic. I’m not perfect and have my idiosyncrasies, but being an alcoholic is not one of them.
I remember when traveling by Greyhound bus to Nevada, I stopped in the terminal, got a water bottle out of the dispenser, turned around and heard one of the workers say, “She probably has alcohol in that bottle.” The man who was standing next to him said, “No, she doesn’t. I saw her take that water bottle out of the dispenser.” That’s the day I found out that they were telling everyone I’m an alcoholic. And I’ve had other incidence where someone made some remark about my drinking. I ignore the idiots because I know I’m not a drunk, but it gets tiring sometimes. That’s the kind of lie told about all of us. All they have to do is see you drink a glass of wine at Thanksgiving dinner and you’re an alcoholic.
We targets all have terrible reputations. Anything that’s bad we are. We don’t have to do anything. We can be the most angelic human beings on this earth and everybody will hear a different story about all of us. That we are all bad, bad, bad.
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i think if you where more expensive clothes or a job uniform that may help. with me people are told on their car radios what to whisper in the store and thank god most don’t pay attention to it.
What does expensive clothes have to do with it? You’re lucky no one pays attention to what’s whispered in their ears.
I’m glad you got to tell off the manager! He deserved it. Maybe every time you drink that beverage, you should set the bottle outside your door with a sign that says “This is a non-alcoholic drink, perps! If you want to copy me get it right!” on it. Well, that’s what I would do. What idiots!
They know what it is. I leave it in my refrigerator and they’re always breaking into my refrigerator, so they see it. They know what it is. Maybe they don’t know how to read. Idiots, they surely are.
That’s probably it. They don’t know how to read. It’s infuriating how stupid some people are because of the government’s school system.
All hail the store whores, what a bunch of shit. I get the “store manager” following me around, too. It’s for harassment. If they thought you were a thief, they do have security guards that roam the store and cameras in EVERY AISLE that watch everyone all the time from a private room with a one way window at the front of the store that is manned by more “security personnel”. I worked at the store whore for 2 weeks once. Then they tell you it’s ILLEGAL to grow your own food. Nowadays they are telling everyone I’m a racist, crazy, evil, or a pervert. Satan is the father of lies and they will go to him in the end. Psalm 73.
They say the same thing about me, racist, crazy, evil, etc. There are cameras in every aisle. They know I haven’t stolen anything. They follow me around to annoy me.
That would work to annoy me! You’re more tolerant than I would be. I couldn’t handle it so well.
Yes, they will. I wish they’d go to hell sooner than later though. We’re all sick of them!
I don’t get followed around blatently in stores. Probably because they know I would do something like turn around and loudly say (for the benefit of the customers hearing) “Is there something I can help you with?” or “Is there a problem?” or “Yes, I’m planning to PAY for this. I’ve never shoplifted in my life, I’m proud of it, and I’m not going to start just to give you something to do!”
They mess with stuff in my car and spray stuff on my windshield while I’m in the store, but they are afraid to actually bother me where I can see them. I’d give them crap back and they know it.