One day, I decide to treat myself to some lunch in the mall and as I was leaving, I halfway notice some teenage boys (13-14 years old) right outside our entrance (we're an anchor store to a large mall) and they're throwing something around, I quickly recognize it as these stupid 'helium' filled bounce balls our store sells - they're supposed to bounce up to 75 feet. I pay no mind as I walk by, but get about fifteen feet away and...
WHAM! STIIIIINNNNGGG!
The kid had fricking pegged me right in the back of the head with obviously a FULL FORCE throw of the bounce ball. Stung like a mother!
I stopped, walked back to the kid who was holding the ball and smirking..
Me: What was that about?
Smirking Kid: Oh... it's not my fault, the ball got away from me...(still smirking)
Me: *steam rising now as I am hungry, pregnant and have just been assaulted right outside my work* Seriously, what ever gave you the idea that bouncing that ball in a mall would be a good idea?!?
Smirking Kid: I told ya, lady. It wasn't my fault...(still smirking)
Me: Well, seeing as though your the one with the ball in your hands, I don't see anyone else out here with one of these stupid pieces of crap, I guess you'll be the one charged with assault. (pulls out my cell phone)
Smirking Kid: (not smirking anymore) You can't do that. It was an accident...(starting to whine)
Me: Take your stupid little ball, get out of my mall and don't ever bring it back here.
Smirking Kid: You're a real bitch. Wait til I tell my mom.
Me: Go right ahead. I'm calling mall security right now. I'm not concerned at all about your mom. (and I wasn't, I still had my name tag and work shirt on)
Smirking Kid: Fine. It'll be my word against yours.
Me: (points at ceiling 'trouble bubble') No it won't. See that security camera up there?
Smirking Kid: ...
Me: You are on video, I can have the tapes pulled right now.
Smirking Kid - now Sorry Kid: I'm sorry.
Me: Good. Get out.
He got out.
And then I treated myself to an extra special lunch at Panera. How I love the Chicken Frontega...
WHAM! STIIIIINNNNGGG!
The kid had fricking pegged me right in the back of the head with obviously a FULL FORCE throw of the bounce ball. Stung like a mother!
I stopped, walked back to the kid who was holding the ball and smirking..
Me: What was that about?
Smirking Kid: Oh... it's not my fault, the ball got away from me...(still smirking)
Me: *steam rising now as I am hungry, pregnant and have just been assaulted right outside my work* Seriously, what ever gave you the idea that bouncing that ball in a mall would be a good idea?!?
Smirking Kid: I told ya, lady. It wasn't my fault...(still smirking)
Me: Well, seeing as though your the one with the ball in your hands, I don't see anyone else out here with one of these stupid pieces of crap, I guess you'll be the one charged with assault. (pulls out my cell phone)
Smirking Kid: (not smirking anymore) You can't do that. It was an accident...(starting to whine)
Me: Take your stupid little ball, get out of my mall and don't ever bring it back here.
Smirking Kid: You're a real bitch. Wait til I tell my mom.
Me: Go right ahead. I'm calling mall security right now. I'm not concerned at all about your mom. (and I wasn't, I still had my name tag and work shirt on)
Smirking Kid: Fine. It'll be my word against yours.
Me: (points at ceiling 'trouble bubble') No it won't. See that security camera up there?
Smirking Kid: ...
Me: You are on video, I can have the tapes pulled right now.
Smirking Kid - now Sorry Kid: I'm sorry.
Me: Good. Get out.
He got out.
And then I treated myself to an extra special lunch at Panera. How I love the Chicken Frontega...
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