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Gang Stalking – Another fun day at the supermarket.

Another fabulous day at the supermarket.

I got all the things I needed and headed for the register. I saw a woman running to beat me to the register. It’s okay with me. She can run to get to the register, I’m in no rush.  The woman puts her food on the counter and begins to talk to the cashier. I take my things and put them on the counter. I bend down to put the basket where it belongs. The woman reaches over me and drops her basket  over my head and hits me. I get up and say to her, “You hit me. Don’t you even say “excuse me”?  The Asian woman turns around, says, “Oh, I’m sorry.” I turn to her and say, “You purposely threw that basket to hit me!”  I see the Bagger smile and the cashier, too. I  see red. These people just never leave us alone.  So I take my things and pushed them forcefully toward the woman’s things. All the things go on the floor. I turned to the woman, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize my strength.” No ones dares say a thing to me. They know they’re a bunch of jerks. The woman leaves the store with a big smile on her face. The cashier turns to me and says, “How are you doing today?” I reply, “Do you really care? No! You don’t care, so don’t ask me.” And I continue, “Oh, I’m a lot of fun to have around” The cashier doesn’t dare look at me. He knows he’s a creep along with the woman who left the store and the Bagger.

There are days I just want to _______________  _________________ ___________. You can add into the blanks whatever you’d like to say.  I know we all have days like this. The freaks just never stop coming. And to that bitch who threw the basket on my head, you”ll get yours.

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Gang Stalking- Am I being set-up?

A few strange things have happened to me since last week. At first, I dismissed the things that happened, but one came after another.

So here’s what happened to me in the last two weeks. I think the perps are trying to set me up.

First, there was the homeless man who parked a car (I think he stole it, or it was given to him),  got out of it and then he waited for me to come by before he pissed, so that I’d be sure to see, and then he took off like lightning. He left the car behind. The car is still there where I can see it every morning. I guess he wanted me to go near it and touch it.   And then a cone was left in the library elevator (still there), I think they want me to touch it, but I didn’t go near it. I remembered the car and thought “my finger prints will be on the cone”. And then on my way home, I stopped to rest (it was very hot day), a man pops out of nowhere and tells me he found a phone. The man came over to me and said, “Look! I found a phone. Do you want to see it?”  I’d been down the same path and didn’t see a phone anywhere in sight. I would’ve noticed. I’m always watching the sidewalk to make sure nothing’s been put in my way. I told the man no. He kept insisting I take at look at it. I kept insisting “no”. He looked sort of upset when I wouldn’t touch the phone. And then yesterday, I was in Walgreens getting some bird seed and I heard a woman tell the cashier that I’d stolen her wallet. She didn’t think I heard her, but I have very good hearing. So the cashier told the second cashier that she was going to the back to check out if I’d stolen the wallet. I heard the first cashier tell the woman that she didn’t think I stole anything, since I came into the store every day and left right away. So, does not all of this sound like set-ups? To me they do.

I went back into Walgreens today, as I always do, and thanked the cashier for sticking up for me the day before.  The cashier thanked me.   She’s still a perp, though. She’s wearing the perp color that everyone in the store wears. But it was nice of her to acknowledge that I wasn’t a thief. So there’s a somewhat decent human being who works in the store.

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Gang Stalking – If people are good, why all the hatred and turmoil in the world?

Bastards!

I know that’s not a nice way to start a blog, I can’t help it (well, I really could, but I don’t want to).

The library bastards are at it gain. Trying to get me thrown out of the library. I think the devils get a bonus if they do. There’s one librarian I really can’t stand. She’s here today and  was yesterday.

When I got to the library there were three people using the computers. Of course, I knew, within a few minutes the place would fill up. And, of course, it did.

I logged into the computer and when my hour was up, I got off. There were 2 women waiting to use the computers. They told me that they didn’t want to use the computer I used. I looked around and there was no one else in line. I went back into the room and logged on. I felt a tap on my back, “Ma’am, you have to get off the computer,” said the bitch librarian. With a man librarian as her security (I’m so dangerous, you know). She continued, “You signed on twice and you can’t do that. There are a lot of people waiting.”

I said, “I got off the computer and there was no one here, only 2 women and they didn’t want to use the computer, so I got back on.”

The library bitch turned to her security librarian, “Well, I’ll just turn her off.” And both went back to their desks.

I decided to get off the computer and leave.

I came out of the computer room and the bitch was talking to the security guard. When she was through with him, I walked over to him and said, “Now, I want to tell you my side of the story.” And I told him what happened. The Security Guard told me he didn’t want to hear what I had to say. I said to him, “Why don’t you look at the video and you’ll see that I’m telling the truth.”

The rule is that if no one is in line to use computer,  I can log back in. And that’s exactly what I did. Of course, with me, the rules don’t apply. The other lowlifes can stay on 2-3 hours and no one says anything. No one complains, either.

I walked out of the damn library before I said something that would get me thrown out.

I wanted to tell the bastards to die and go straight to hell. I forced myself out of the place.

After the library, I made my way to the supermarket. As soon as I got in the store, the Security Guard began to follow me around.

I got the things I needed and went to pay for them.

When I got to the cashier, there was one person in line paying for his things. After the man left, the cashier began to look around. She made no move to ring up the 3 items I had.  I got fed up and went to another cashier. She acted as if I wasn’t even standing in front of her.

As I walked out of the store, the Security Guard  stood in the  front. I walked over to him and said,  “You don’t have to follow me around. I don’t steal.” I walked away quickly before I said something nasty to the jerk.

Got home and left my door open for about a minute while I put the food away. I also put my handbag on my bed.

I discovered at about 7 p.m. that a bag in which I carry my lipstick, blush and some other things was missing. The bag was gone and everything in it.

Can’t even keep my door open for even a second without some lowlife stealing something.

I absolutely think humanity has reached a high-level of evilness.

I keep hearing that people are  good. Hogwash! They’re nothing but evil bastards!

If people are  good, why all the turmoil and hatred in the world?

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Gang Stalking – Watch the cashier closely.

Mother with Her Children at the Cashier's Wind...

Mother with Her Children at the Cashier’s Window Paying for Her Annual Sticker after Her Car Had Successfully Passed Testing at an Auto Emission Inspection Station in Downtown Cincinnati, Ohio…09/1975 (Photo credit: The U.S. National Archives)

English: Polycarbonate water bottle

English: Polycarbonate water bottle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We debated about just leaving the leftovers.

We debated about just leaving the leftovers. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today  the perps tried to run me over all day.  I  walked around the shopping center and a man in a car saw me, sped up and came at me.  I did not move out-of-the-way.  I was in the right of way and was not about to go running off.  If he’d hit me, maybe he’d kill me; or if he didn’t kill me, he’d end up spending a lot of his insurance money for my hospitalization.  After this man did this to me, all day long, cars were coming up to me, speeding up and stopping short of running me over.  I never once moved out-of-the-way. They thought they’d scare me, but I don’t scare easily. The s–t just never stops with these people.

I went into the supermarket to buy some things, and there’s one thing I’ve noticed lately.  Watch, watch the cashier very closely.  This happens to me all the time, so that’s why I’m telling you to be careful with the cashier.  I bought some rice and made sure that it wasn’t open, or had any holes in it.  I took the rice to the cashier and paid.  There are two things I’ve noticed lately when I get home.  At first, I thought this was just  happening as a normal cause of doing business, but now I know it’s not.  Every single time I come home, the bottom of my plastic bag has slits at the bottom of it.  And today, as always the bags has two slits at the bottom of the bag.  And the rice I bought, when I took it out of the bag, had a slit in it.  The rice was all over the things  I bought.  This is what the cashiers do all the time, make slits in the bottom of the bags, and other things, so that I’ll have an accident and drop my things as I’m walking home.  They also do this when I buy the 1 gallon bottles of water.  The bottles used to have a plastic handle, but no longer do.  The bottles now have scotch tape on the bottles.   So what the cashiers do is sneakily take the tape off just enough so I won’t notice.  I don’t know how many times I’ve dropped my bottle water.  The scotch tape breaks off and I drop the bottle water.  And the bottle breaks and water runs all over the sidewalk, so I end up going home with no water.  It’s taken me this long to realize what they’re doing to me.  I bet a lot of you go home with slits at the bottom of your plastic bags.  I know you do.  If they do this to me, they’re doing it to you.  Once they know something works, they do it to all the targets. When you get home, check the bottom of your plastic bags. I bet there are slits in the bottom of the bag. And I don’t mean  normal tear from carrying heavy things, it’s a slit.

So, I’m just warning you about the cashier.  Make sure you watch her when she’s packing your things.  Watch her/him when he’s putting things in your bag.  Make sure that he’s not making any slits in the bottom of your plastic bags, or removing tape from your water bottle, or messing with something in your bag.

As I said, the s–t just never stops.

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Gang Stalking – As I walk away, I curse them all…

English: Remy, caught in the act of stealing.

English: Remy, caught in the act of stealing. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: A at a parking lot next to the West V...

English: A at a parking lot next to the West Village Apartments in . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Straßenschild Anger

Straßenschild Anger (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I just sat down to write my blog and outside my apartment there are about five, six kids jumping up and down, screaming their lungs off and just acting like a bunch of  riffraff.  Ah, isn’t a target’s life just wonderful.

I was at a store I won’t name. Those of you who read my blog know the name of the store and how much I hate the place. And I’m sure you who don’t know the name of the store are probably saying to yourself:  So why do you go there?  I go there because it’s convenient. I don’t have a car and I have to lug all the things I buy home.  This is the closest place to my apartment.

Well, anyway, as I was writing.

As soon as I stepped on the property of the store, the security guard passes by in his little toy car.  Every single time I go to the store, he’s the first thing I see.  As always, he gets on his radio and warns everyone in the store I’m on the way in.  The loud music begins to play as soon as I enter.  Everyone suddenly has to be where I am.  I go to the deli, no one around.  Not one soul, but suddenly, before I even give my order to the deli person, there are about ten, twelve people surrounding me.  While I’m waiting for my order, I feel someone watching me. I turn to my left, and there, in the cheese section, is a security guard watching me.  He immediately leaves and heads for the manager’s office.  He looked at me as if I was stealing something.  I was going through my handbag to get my debit card out before I went to the cashier.  While going through my bag, I feel someone else’s eyes on me.  It is the store manager, he’s staring at me and has a cart full of things trying to look as if he’s doing something.  I get my deli order and walk to get a bottle of water.  I get my bottle water and turn to see the store manager watching me.  I’m beginning to feel angry that these idiots are watching me.  I’d like to say something, but I control my outburst.

I go to the cashier to pay, there’s a person ahead of me in line and she’s paying the cashier.  Behind me, a line builds  up right away. Within about a minute, there are about twenty people in line. I can feel the anger building up inside of me  that I have to put up with this garbage everywhere I go.  I let a lot of the idiots get in line ahead of me.  I have to calm myself down, or else I’ll tell every one of the idiots off.  (Just writing this is making me angry.)

I finally get my debit card out and pay.

I head toward the door to leave.  There’s the manager standing by the door.  I give him a dirty look. I dare him by my look to say something to me.  He looks at me and he  looks like he’s about to say something, but decides not to.  He takes off with his cart. I leave the store and suddenly feel the urge to go back in the store and tell the manager off.  I go back in the store, but I can’t find the manager and quickly leave.  I know if I stay around the store, I will definitely be arrested.  I quickly walk away, all the time cursing all the idiots under my breath.

Another great day in Perplandia.

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Gang Stalking – Thrown out of store.

Cashier Lady at the Queens Boulevard White Cas...

Cashier Lady at the Queens Boulevard White Caste, NYC (Photo credit: ChrisGoldNY)

Gesture raised fist with middle finger lifted

Gesture raised fist with middle finger lifted (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Grocery Store Signage | Exterior Grocery Store...

Grocery Store Signage | Exterior Grocery Store Remodel | Supermarket Upgrade | Chelan Red Apple (Photo credit: I-5 Design & Manufacture)

Today, about four hours ago, I was thrown out of  a store.

I went into the store to get some groceries.   When I went into the store, the store was  empty.  Within two minutes of entering the store,  about eighteen people entered all at once.  They weren’t together.  It’s  really strange to have all  those people entering  at once.   Of  course, all perps.  None of them  got any groceries.  They all got a soda  or water and stood in line.   Of course, they waited for me to finish my shopping before getting in line. As soon as they saw me coming, they all got in line.  There was  only one cashier and the line was very long.  The perps were laughing and looking at me and making  remarks.

I tried as hard as I could to keep my mouth shout and not say anything, but I opened my mouth and began to tell them all off.  Of  course, they looked at  me and gave me the look they always do.   The look  that says “what’s  your problem?”     They always act so innocent, because  they want me to think I’m crazy and there’s nothing going on.

But all the freaks were laughing and looking at each other and having a good old-time making fun of me.

While the perps were all laughing, another cashier opened his register. I ran over to the cashier. While I was waiting to pay,  he made a few nasty remarks and I responded in kind. Two women were in front of me and gave me dirty looks.  I gave them dirty looks back, and both began saying nasty things to me. I told them off, too.  The women paid and stood by the register talking to the man.  The man turned to me and said, “I won’t be ringing up your order today. Come back another day.”

I replied, “Oh, it’s okay. I won’t be coming back here again.”

One of the woman replied, “Oh, good.”

As I walked out the store, I gave the cashier  the finger and told him to drop dead.

The freaks all act as if they’re  so perfect and happy.

Yeah, I know they’re all miserable people.  If they weren’t miserable people they wouldn’t be doing what they’re doing. They’d be somewhere else living their lives. But, no, they’re were all in the store trying to tear me down, and make themselves feel better.

I wish every one of the miserable bastards would go to hell.  They’re all worthless pieces of shit.

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