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>be me
>26M cashier at shoe store
>only me, two others and manager on morning shift
>low hours and low pay
>most of our shoppers are women
>occasionally help older women try on shoes
>today an old woman needed help getting a dress shoe on
>they cant bend all the way over so i have to get the foot in the shoe
>her bare feet smell worse than any man after a long day work in boots
>the putrid scent could gag a maggot
>the smell of icyhot and death fill my nostrils
>i fight back vomit as i edge the heel of the shoe around her swollen feet and ankles
>the old woman abruptly kicks the shot and her foot into my throat
>she stands up and yells "How dare you get fresh with me boy! "
>struggling to breath i shout back "what the hell is the matter with you lady!"
>manager rushes over
>old woman tells manager i was touching her legs inappropriately
>i try to defend myself but the manager booms "YOU'RE FIRED!"
>before i can even argue, the old woman demands the manager call the police and press charges on me
>i cant get a word in with the manager and old woman yelling at me at the same time
>i just stand there and notice the fear wash away inside, as if something else was pushing it aside
>i could feel something rising inside i didnt know could feel so strong
>it was RAGE and it had fully consumed me now, almost bursting from my body
>With the blinding hot rage of a thousand stars I look straight at the old woman and roar "SHUTHE FUCK UP YOU RAGGEDY BITCH!"
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