Not the biggest deal in the world, but I feel compelled to tell you what happened to me on Saturday…


Went to Stop&Shop with my 4 year-old for some pinwheels to throw on the grill. Got to the check out, and there is an older woman in front of me on line who is just about done. And there is a middle-aged, mentally retarded man… who works for the Supermarket… bagging her groceries.
Apparently this guy screwed up in loading her cart because she yelled something derogatory at him.
Not sure why, but I say politely to this stranger, “Easy, lady. Give the guy a break.”
And she raises her voice a little as she says back to me, “Well I didn’t come here to spend all this money and have my bread and eggs crushed by my cat’s food.”
By now, the poor bag-clerk has got his hands over his ears, which I’m guessing is some sort of security device for people with his disability… And seeing this fucking steams the shit out of me.
So I say to to this old gash, “And I didn’t come here with the intention of cuffing a senior citizen in front of my son, but life’s funny. Now load up your shit and fucking beat it.”
She puts her head down and walks away saying she was going to get a manager, and I say, “You can get a fucking SWAT team for all I care, Ethel. And I hope your grandkids are born with hooves and antlers.”
I wound up speaking to the manager, and I explained to him exactly what I’m trying to explain to you– That I don’t usually going around harassing the elderly, but there should be a special circle in hell for people who take advantage of the mentally disabled… Especially old clams who probably never worked a fucking day in their life.

Take a report, you old piece of shit.
-Large
PS… You know what’s weird? Ever since I started writing this blog, whenever shit like this happens to me, I consciously try to react in a way that will be most entertaining for you guys later on… That’s why I called her Ethel and threw out the “hoof and antler” line… Fucking strange, right?