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I worked in a supermarket when I was sixteen on the Produce dept and got an apple thrown at me by a kid. No shit, a fuckin' apple, right at the back of my head. The kid was maybe seven, eight. The mother just said, "oh, Callum, don't do that". I added, "yeah, Callum, or I'll come into your room tonight and set a fire under your bed". Then I was prepared to leave it. Pretty reasonable of me, I think, since the back of my head was still throbbing. So of COURSE the dumb bitch goes and complains that I was trying to intimidate her little product.
But ya know what? ... Justice prevailed.
'Cause the stupid cow didn't reckon on ... CCTV!!
Yes!! The wonders of technology. Her claim that the kid was just "throwing an apple around" was proven false with a quick visit by my lovely manager, who was not a goth but nonetheless fuckin' cool, and the stupid bint was asked not to bring her offspring into the store. EVER again. *wipes away tear* Sometimes this world gives me hope ...
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