Quoth myswtghst
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I jump back, hands up in the air, as far from catching the thing as possible.
Grabbing makes me automaticly scream. I am not used to be touched. A few overly aggresive customers from when I worked at Wannabe Goth Land learned this to the sacrifice of their ear drums. One woman actually flew back startled and knocked herself into and over a clothing display after she'd decided, in a overly crowded store, that grabbing someone and pushing them was the best way to try and get in farther to the mass of bodies.

She left quickly after, not even helping put the display back up, which had toppled onto five other cutomers. THEY helped though. Funiest thing... the b-atch was a normal looking mom-ite... the polite ones that helped me afterwards were Ghetto Superstars Girlfriends. With a little tiny dog in one of their purses and all. Not the type that usually gave a dang. Apparently I lucked out with this group. And they still helped me put all the clothes back on the display. Very nice of them.
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