The Price Of Fame
8:02pm.
I notice that i'm being stared at.
By this little 12 year-old queer, and his little black gurl-frien'.
They sat there for 10 minutes whispering.
Akward.
I help a customer.
Then another.
Then another.
He starts walking toward me,
So naturally, being repulsed by his rolls of baby fat and trashy face,
I walk into the back.
Ha!
Boy was i wrong.
He had his friend ask a Co-Worker come get me.
My Co-Worker came into the back,
and asked if i knew them.
i said no, why
and he said," because they asked for you by name."
Gasp.
i told him to shoo him out of the store.
I mean, I don't have time to talk to every nobody wanna-be stalker, that walks in my path.
I thought the boy had left.
WRONG.
He was sitting outside of the store; prowling.
He LITERALLY leaped out and started screaming,
"You're sexy! Come talk to me! I just want to be your friend!"
Ew.
A friend of mine happened to be in the store,
and when she left,
he went and talked to her.
i believe his words were,
"I want to rape your friend."
Ew.
9:39pm
I finish mopping the floor; we've been closed for almost an hour.
I pick my life up off the ground,
and muster up SOME dignity,
while my MANAGER (Mr.DWP) is laughing his ass off,
then tells me i should "go for it".
Ew.
I start walking out to the parking lot,
when i see them.
The persistant little fuckers waited an hour after i got off to stalk me.
so i ran down a back stairwell,
and out to a different parking lot.
God, it's hard having people want to rape you at work.
Matty B.
