It was a busy day in the shop. I had planned to torch all morning and then run a few errands... an easy day...sales have been slow. But, we had a t.v. show air and suddenly, I was swamped. One humongous order and several smaller ones. So I was on my feet all day.
I have two holiday parties to attend and after quitting around 7:30, I drove to Smart and Final. It's like a restaurant supply / much smaller Costco. I picked up a frozen lasagna and a few other things and went to my car. I had parked in the handicapped spot because I was limping pretty bad after all that work. After loading my car, I realized someone had parked their big, blue Ford at an odd angle. They had turned into a west facing space while driving east. There was no way to back out without hitting the car.
I went back in and asked the clerk make an announcement. No one came forward. I went back out and got the license plate. As I handed it to the clerk, a lady says, "That's him over there." She pointed to the last check stand.
There was a guy coming toward me - a short, rotund man. I asked, "Are you in the blue truck"
"Who?"
"You...are you in the blue truck?
"Who?"
"YOU! Are you driving a blue truck?"
He had been walking toward me the whole time and now we were belly to belly. Intimidated, I asked, "What are you doing?"
"What're you doing?"
"I'm trying to find out if you're driving a blue truck." I'm backing up now. He moves toward me.
"Sir, I'm handicapped. I just want to l..."
"SO AM I!"
"Well, I just want to leave but I need the owner of the blue truck to move."
"Well, you don't have to get in my face!" {??? Just who got in whose face???}
At this point, the lady comes over and says, "That guy." She points out the true owner of the truck.
I start walking away from Mister Wonderful and ask Guy #2 if the truck is his. He apologizes and says he'll move it just as soon as he's finished paying. Very nice.
As I turn around, I realize half the store is staring at Mister Wonderful in amazement, now over by the exit. He looks back and repeats his last line about me being in his face....
And I just couldn't let it go... "Well, you didn't have to be an asshole." I was still also talking to the truck owner and turned my back, thinking Mr. Wonderful was headed out the door.
I turned to find him back in my face again!
"WHAT did you call ME?"
The whole store heard me... there was no point in lying. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "An asshole. That's what you are when you bully a girl!"
"Well, maybe I'll just go get my wife and let her take care of you."
"Well, maybe I'll call 9-1-1 and let the cops take care of you."
"Well, maybe you should. You walk in here all attitude and get in my face..."
"Sir, it was a yes or no question. I didn't have an attitude. I simply thought you couldn't hear me or understand."
At this point, Mr. Blue Truck is ready to go and Mr. Wonderful is strutting around still muttering threats. I decide to kill him with kindness.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Arg...YOU TOO!"
"Why, THANK YOU!" and I blow him a kiss!
I've become aware that the gutless wonder of a store manager has been standing nearby, watching. I asked the clerk, "Was I rude???"
She shook her head in disbelief, still staring out the door after the guy.
I told the manager, "I don't have a cell phone and you need to walk me to my car and watch me leave."
He agreed. As Mr. Blue Truck pulled out, I could see Mr. Wonderful, pointing at me!
I took a meandering route home.
I have to wonder what kind of woman this man is married to... she must be so proud of him. My gut tells me, he probably bullies her too. I hope she got a kick out of me calling him an asshole. I think she probably has wanted to call him that for a long time.
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now, that's upsetting. I don't think I'd have as much nerve as you did!
I hope he was lying about having a wife, and if he wasn't lying, I hope she gives as good as she gets. *shudder*
I can see you know how to take care of yourself after such an upsetting incident - smart woman, you, to get someone to walk with you to the car AND to take a meandering route home.
I'm glad you're okay, and I agree with Annie: It was good thinking to get someone to accompany you to your car. What a jerk he was!
Blood - boiling.
Janet, Yes, he had a wife in the car and was pointing me out to her as I left!
Annie, I try but things like this shake my confidence!
Thanks Velvet and Alison.
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