Unfiltered Story #195035

, , , | Unfiltered | May 31, 2020

(I am a relatively shy Asian girl, just tipping the scales at 101, and being roughly 5’1. The store closes at 11:00. It is now 10:45. All is calm and quiet. Any customers left are paying for their items, apologizing to us for making us stay late. Suddenly, a woman BARGES in through the front doors, and starts shopping as if the world was about to end. I don’t notice her until the woman runs into me, crushing one of my feet under 4 bags of dog food.)

Me: Ow!

Woman: You watch where you are going! Get my can of dog food off of that shelf.

Me: Ouch! Sorry ma’am, I will need to grab one of my coworkers. I can’t reach that.

Woman: *rams me again with her cart* Did I ask you to talk? NO! So get that can and stop being lazy before I report you to your superiors!

Me: Ow! Stop ramming me! I ca’t reach that! It is physically impossible for me to reach that!

Woman: *screeching* STOP INTERRUPTING ME! STOP BEING LAZY AND GET THAT CAN OF DOG FOOD!

(At that point, that woman rams me again with her cart, this time so forcefully, that I fall backwards into the shelf. She quickly jams the cart into me, effectively knocking the wind out of me, making it very difficult to breathe, and pinning me between her, and the shelf.)

Woman: *screaming* GET ME THAT CAN OF DOG FOOD! GET MY DOG FOOD! I NEED THAT DOG FOOOOD!!!

Me: *gasping for breath* Please! Let me go!

Woman: GET ME MY DOG FOOD! GET ME MY DOG FOOD!

(At that point, other employees and customers are looking at the woman jamming a heavy cart full of dog food into a short Asian girl, who is gasping for breath, against a shelf that is difficult to push over. Almost immediately, a friend of mine, a football player in high school tackles the woman to the ground while the customers and employees help me down from the shelf, and move the cart away. All the while, the woman is screaming about dog food.)

Manager: [My name]! Are you alright?

Me: *gasping for breath* Yeah. Just catching my breath.

Woman: [Manager’s Name] FIE THIS LITTLE B****! SHE WON’T GET ME MY DOG FOOD!

Manager: God D***** MOM! YOU DON’T HAVE A DOG, I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT MY WORKPLACES. GET OUT. YOU’RE BANNED. FOREVER!!!

(The manager and his mom then proceeded to get into a shouting match, which the manager won, and she sulked out to her car, leaving behind her can of dog food.)

Manager: [My name] You have the week off. Mother of bloody god! My mother is a w****!

(It turns out that his family was incredibly hateful towards Asians, except for him, and his family hated him for it. I asked him out and we have been married since.)