From 14 to 18 I worked as a butcher's assistant in our local grocery store. A lot of the store's revenue was from doing custom cut meats for the hunters and farmers, and since we were the only butcher in a 30-50 mi radius to do that, we were very busy.
Some of these hunters are really creepy guys. REALLY creepy. And dirty....and vulgar. When I first started working there one of the hunters pulled in half drunk with his kill. When Mike (head butcher) went in to get the paperwork to fill out, this fooktard pinched my 14 year old butt while I was hanging his deer carcass up. I couldnt' believe it and didn't know what to do. I dropped that deer on the ground, looked at the guy mortified (he just stood there with a shit eating grin on his face), and ran in and hid in the freezer, crying.
When Mike and Tom (store owner) found me about 10 minutes later, and after I told them what happened, they both told me, "Stop being a victim, stop thinking like a victim." They weren't being unsympathetic, they were helping me learn a life lesson. Tom flat out told me that he wouldn't get angry at all if I had to stand up for myself and tell some asshole off for touching what wasn't his to touch.
The next week (I think?), when some jerk (who I found out later was the grown son of the previous jerk) came into the locker where I was cutting out bruises in the meat (from bullets) and said to me, breathlessly () , "Heard our new girl has a sweet ass on her." I replied, "Touch it and I'll cut your face off." Never saw either one of them again.
And Dad doesn't know I overheard the conversation, but Tom told him he was so proud of that he wanted to claim me as his daughter.
Just remember girls, they can SMELL fear! /drama off
Some of these hunters are really creepy guys. REALLY creepy. And dirty....and vulgar. When I first started working there one of the hunters pulled in half drunk with his kill. When Mike (head butcher) went in to get the paperwork to fill out, this fooktard pinched my 14 year old butt while I was hanging his deer carcass up. I couldnt' believe it and didn't know what to do. I dropped that deer on the ground, looked at the guy mortified (he just stood there with a shit eating grin on his face), and ran in and hid in the freezer, crying.
When Mike and Tom (store owner) found me about 10 minutes later, and after I told them what happened, they both told me, "Stop being a victim, stop thinking like a victim." They weren't being unsympathetic, they were helping me learn a life lesson. Tom flat out told me that he wouldn't get angry at all if I had to stand up for myself and tell some asshole off for touching what wasn't his to touch.
The next week (I think?), when some jerk (who I found out later was the grown son of the previous jerk) came into the locker where I was cutting out bruises in the meat (from bullets) and said to me, breathlessly () , "Heard our new girl has a sweet ass on her." I replied, "Touch it and I'll cut your face off." Never saw either one of them again.
And Dad doesn't know I overheard the conversation, but Tom told him he was so proud of that he wanted to claim me as his daughter.
Just remember girls, they can SMELL fear! /drama off
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