Yesterday while in the checkout lane, I had what I am pretty sure was a panic attack. The whole trip was......odd. I didnt feel comfortable once inside the store. At all. Ignoring my instincts, I quickly located my items, most of them unavailable. Didnt use my reusable bags. Maintained distance, etc.
But at checkout, I maintained my 6 feet from the person ahead, but the old guy in his amigo kept bumping my butt. Huge trigger. My worst bitch face failed. He starts calling me Beautiful, is that my name? Uh, and no, you CANNOT have the rest of my coffee. I am sure he thought he was funny, kept inching back and forward, in order to make the beeping sound. Normally, with him not in an amigo, I would have butted his cart away. So I got pissed, and my chest gets all tight. Felt faint, dizzy, chest pains. That fucker.
I am not going out alone again.
But at checkout, I maintained my 6 feet from the person ahead, but the old guy in his amigo kept bumping my butt. Huge trigger. My worst bitch face failed. He starts calling me Beautiful, is that my name? Uh, and no, you CANNOT have the rest of my coffee. I am sure he thought he was funny, kept inching back and forward, in order to make the beeping sound. Normally, with him not in an amigo, I would have butted his cart away. So I got pissed, and my chest gets all tight. Felt faint, dizzy, chest pains. That fucker.
I am not going out alone again.