Yesterday I made a quick stop at Von’s Market for a few items. I also needed stamps. Every trip to the market starts with harassment in the parking lot. These days you will see people loitering inside their cars all over the lot. A few will get out when they see me and enter the store right before or after me. At the door I am blocked by a customer who is exiting the store.
As I go to the bread shelves a male employee aggressively and loudly stocks a display of chips. I enter another aisle for butter. When I enter the aisle it is empty. When I turn back to exit the aisle a minute later there are three people blocking my path w/ 2 wagons and a motor scooter.
As usual, all 3-4 open checkouts are blocked by perps with large orders. I find a line that looks decent and as soon as I get in line the young male cashier puts a “Lane Closed” sign down on the belt. I move to the checkout lane behind his and subtly flip him off.
The employee who was stocking chips before is now standing near the aisle behind me pretending to be busy with something else. I check out and a short woman in a bright orange vest bags my items. She then follows me to the pet food store next door pretending to collect carts, loudly crashing them together so I notice her. This pet food store is now owned by Petco, who I dislike with a passion. They are complete GS dicks in there.
After I pay for the pet items I realize I forgot to buy stamps at the market. I walk back to Von’s. As I walk in the door I am blocked again by another customer entering the same time as me. An employee has now set up a huge yellow ladder right in front of the door that goes all the way up to the ceiling. He is climbing up and down the ladder and moving it around the whole time I am there. The aisle from the door to the express lane is blocked by the ladder. I walk around.
The young male who closed his lane before is now working at the express lane. When he speaks to the employee on the ladder I realize he may be mildly mentally handicapped. I wait while he counts a thick stack of bills inside his register. I ask for 2 books of stamps and pay for them, but of course he only has one book in his register. I wait while he goes to get another book. Again I am blocked by another customer entering the door as I exit.
In the parking a brown UPS truck drives towards me as I walk to my car. A man loiters in his car parked across from me. I stand next to my car and look for my keys in my purse. Out of my peripheral vision I see a white car idling right behind me. A moment later it is gone. As I leave the lot, the white car blocks me.
Does anyone out there understand why TI’s become suicidal and homicidal?