Unfiltered Story #167645

, , | Unfiltered | September 23, 2019

(This was a few years ago, when I was 16. I am a female. I was taking my sister, who’s 12, out to the candy store. She wanted to ‘be independent’, but she asked if someone could trail her just in case. I am in the same store, but a few meters down the aisle, just in case.)
Sister: “Could you help me get that candy off the top shelf, please? I can’t quite reach it, miss.”
(I turn around to see my sister talking to a middle-aged woman taller than she is.)
Middle-aged woman: “How dare you! I should have you kicked out of the store for disturbing other customers. You’re just a spoiled brat. Go pester someone else.”
(At this point, my sister is speechless and starting to tear up. She sniffles and wipes away her tears. I start to come over, but she waves me away. I assume she wants privacy, so I let her be.)
Employee: “Hi there. Let me help you, miss. Which candy did you want again?”
Sister: *perks up* “Oh, thanks sir. I would like [candy], please.”
(Suddenly, the middle-aged woman beside her whips around, snatches the candy away from the employee and holds it above her head, where my sister can’t reach it.)
Middle-aged woman: “You’re supposed to be serving me, son of a b****! And you! How rude can you be, stupid damn girl?! I TOLD you to not disturb anyone anymore! How f****** dare you!”
(She the proceeds to SLAP my sister with the box of candy, scratching her cheek and knocking her glasses off. I can’t take it anymore. I stalk over to the rude lady and knock the box out of her hands.)
Me: *nearly growling* “How dare she?! How dare you! You snatch merchandise from an employee and HIT an INNOCENT girl with it?! What is wrong with you! That is an EMPLOYEE, who’s job is to HELP CUSTOMERS. In case you haven’t noticed, ma’am, you aren’t the only customer here. If I were you, I’d hightail it outta here with your precious candy. [Sister] didn’t do anything”
Middle-aged lady: *snorts* “And you’re her mom, I suppose? This is why our economy is crumbling. You teens sleeping around and getting pregnant. Damn b****.”
Me: *give her a incredulous look* “Ma’am, I am 16. My SISTER here, [Sister], is 12.”
Employee: *on the phone* “Police? Yes, I’d like to report an assault on a young girl by a middle-aged woman at [Candy store address].”
Middle-ages woman: *goes white* “Y-y-you can’t do that!”
Employee: “Yes, I can.”
(The middle-aged woman tries to run out, but I step in front of her.”
Me: “You are not going anywhere.”
(She was charged with assault and had to pay a fine. My sister got the candy for free, and became friends with the employee that helped her. He was a man in his thirties and appreciated some friendship at his job!)