Who Me?, A Thief?!-Oh Please!/ You Can’t Spoil My Joy!!!

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Today was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect. It wasn’t too hot and it wasn’t too cool, it was just right; I wish the rest of the summer could stay that way everyday and night.

Early this morning my mother and I went and did some shopping. When we left Duane Reade we were carrying a total of four large shopping bags of items. I had two in the grips of my hands, and my mother had the other two in the grips of hers.

Instead of going back home right away, we decided to go straight to waldbaums so we wouldn’t have to come back out to make another trip. As we lugged our bags, we went and caught two buses which took and let us off at our destination.

My mother and I hadn’t planned on staying at waldbaums too long, just time enough to quickly pick up something not available at most supermarkets. We laid our bags down by the bread aisle, and then I went to get what I needed. Upon my arrival at a shelf I noticed a few sales and stayed slightly longer than we both planned.

I know that there is a first time for everything. However, in my thirty-seven years of life, I have never gone through any of this phony bullshit!

Within maybe a good twenty minutes, eyes were on me and my mother and our large shopping bags.

Two men came and stood nearby vigilantly observing us. They appeared to be members of management.

Now, the four bags that my mother and I had, never budged from the floor near the bread aisle-until I returned with a shopping cart-to gather some additional items from the store. And when I did grab my two bags the two men were watching me the whole entire time.

I entered another aisle and my mother followed me with her two large bags. The next thing we know this silly woman comes from out of nowhere behind us pushing another shopping cart our way, and telling me to put my bags inside. She also appeared to be a member of management.

“Put your bags in the cart”, she said. You’re putting groceries inside your bags to make it easier for you to carry. Give them to me and I’ll hold them for you. They’ve got to be heavy right?”

“I already have a cart”, I told her.

This bitch had caught me off guard because I didn’t want to believe that someone could actually be this stupid. But who am I kidding; you got people like that all over the place.

“Well, if you are going to take my bags aren’t you going to give me a ticket or something?” I said.

The woman ignored me.

I grabbed my two bags as my mother uttered “come on toy, let’s go”.

“She is acting like we are stealing”, I said as the bitch backed up with the cart she’d brought and left out the aisle.

When my mother and I made it to the register, one of the men who appeared as management approached us, asking “do you have a receipt that I could see?”

My mother pulled out two receipts showing proof of all our purchases we made from Duane Reade, and how much that was paid for the items, plus showed him how much money we had on us and he looked like a complete fool.

The man then tried to explain to me that we had items in our bags that their supermarket carried (oh what a lame excuse).

Then I explained to him how that woman blatantly insinuated that I had taken items from their store and stuffed them inside my bags.

“She didn’t see me do that”, I told him. “Because I didn’t”.

He listened remained quiet and walked away.

I know what was behind that bogus bullshit. The woman had tried to obtain my bags so that she could plant some random supermarket items inside of them to make it look as if I actually were there committing a theft.

I’ve shopped at numerous places all of my life and am well aware that workers and business owners are apt to be suspicious in general. And you have to be in this day and age.

It is necessary precaution, though this whole incident smelled very funny to me. And I am one who can sniff out some bullshit. My mother and I did nothing out of the ordinary. We barely even moved that much while we were there at waldbaums.

My family and I aren’t rich but we do come from money. We have never been without. I have family members from the south who own their own businesses. One has their own funeral home. My mother’s grandparents use to make their own products and sell them for a profit.

The good people in my family always worked for the things that they achieved-and just like me-we never had to take! We honestly earned everything because it was in our blood to succeed and do well.

This was an attempt to get me arrested, to ruin my credibility. And guess what? I don’t give a fuck!

I have never been arrested and I’ve never been to jail. But most of my foes have. And what is a person who steals? A thief, of course, and a thief is a liar, a person who can’t be trusted. I tell you, when you are on the right path you’ve got to be careful.

The wolves sometimes lie in wait eager for the opportunity to seize and attack. To chew you up and spit you out to rot lower than what they are.

It will never happen with me. I know how to hunt. And I know how to aim. And when I shoot, I shoot to kill. And I definitely will not miss.

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