Hell Hath No Fury Like A Mother Scorned
GROCERY STORE | RIGHT | SEPTEMBER 3, 2012
(We’re not too busy at the grocery store this night, but we still have a decent amount of customers. I have just finished a transaction for Customer #1 , a lady no more then 5 feet tall who is carrying a small infant, when I notice that she has left her baby’s bottle on the counter.)

Me: “Oh, Miss! Your baby bottle!”

(My coworker, a young man, picks up the bottle and politely walks the few feet to give it to the woman.)

Customer #1 : “Thank you both so much!” *takes the bottle*

(Out of nowhere, Customer #2 , a man about 6 feet tall, starts screaming.)

Customer #2 : “Why the f*** are you catering to her! You’re a man! She is just a fat lazy b****!”

(My coworker, a few other customers, and I stand in shock. Customer #1 , however, calmly puts her grocery bag on the floor, places her infant in my coworker’s arms, and walks right up to Customer #2 . With amazing speed, her hand shoots out and grabs his collar bone, and he drops to the floor in obvious pain.)

Customer #1 : “You wanna go?! Come on! This fat, lazy b**** will kick your a** all over this d*** store!”

Customer #2 : *meekly raises his arms in surrender*

Customer #1 : “Smart decision!” *picks up her grocery bag, takes back her baby, and merrily goes on her way*