So my girlfriend and I go into Kohl’s last night to find her some nice professional clothing for her summer employment. I run off to the toy department to see if they have any Star Wars figures needed for my collection (they didn’t).
Of course, now we’re separated and I have to run around the store to look for her. Walking near the entrance, I hear behind me “HEY!”
I turn around and don’t see anything out of the ordinary. There’s an angry looking grandma-type (maybe in her 60s), some typical shoppers, some kids. I figure she’s yelling at a misbehaving grandchild and move on.
A moment later: “HEY! WHAT’D YOU TAKE FROM MY PURSE?”
Sure enough, it’s grandma, accusing me of pickpocketing her. And her purse is wide open, too. Idiot, if you’re so concerned about pickpockets, why is your purse hanging open like that?
I simply comment, “Lady, I might have bumped into you, but I sure as hell didn’t take anything from your purse.”
The store was busy enough, though, that I felt thoroughly embarassed. Yeah, I hadn’t done anything, but there’s kids around, and I’d hate form them to start looking at me as a “bad man” or anything. I’m 25, unshaven, and wearing a leather jacket, so appearances might get stereotyped. Grandma began looking through her purse; I can only assume she found everything there, because security didn’t tackle me during the remaining time I was in the store.
Regardless: lady, you are a bitch of the first order. It’s a scary world out there, but I hate presumptions about anyone. You got a problem, call a store manager or security guard instead of trying to publicly humiliate me. And guess what? When you walked past me later, you could have apologized. I didn’t do shit, but you sure made me feel that way.
I hope you get groin beetles, and I hope they lay plenty of eggs.
