No Hitting Zone

So I sat down today with the intentions of figuring out a place where Canadian and I could drag Husband and Roommate too. We would like to go have High Tea at a hotel lounge, but at $32.00 per person (yikes) that doesn't really fit into the finances.

Anyways, we got a'talkin' about the blog, and I totally forgot that she was at one point a captive to retail as well! We started pouring over story after story... and then it happened... we realized we both have been physically attacked by customers. I'm not talking about being spit upon or having a pair of socks thrown at you (although, both of those things have happened to me as well) I am talking about being hit. H. I. T. HIT!

Canadian's story goes like this:

While working at a shoe store a customer that looked like she belonged in an amazonian tribe walked in and asked for size 12 shoes. Now, I get that size 12 is a difficult size to come by, I sold shoes myself for a while... but facts are facts and unfortunately sometimes you can't get the shoes you want because they don't come in size enormous. (Or size small for that matter. I wear a size 5 and often I am unable to buy shoes that I want, I deal with it juuuuust fine, I don't feel the need to use someone as a punching bag.)

Apparently this lady was told by her extra large parents that she was the goddess of everything and if she wanted a pair of shoes in a size 12, she could STRIKE another human to get it. Yes, you read that right... this crazy customer went all "Chuck Norris" on Canadian and hit her on the shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise! Thankfully Mall Security was able to track down this woman (Mounties do have excellent tracking skills) and kick her out of the mall before she did bodily harm to another human being.

My story:

A equally large woman was trying to return items that we knew to be stolen. I refused to return the items for this customer, stating I would only give her store credit. When she started cussing and freaking out, I walked out of the store to flag mall security... when I tuned around ...WHACK! I received a blow across the face. 

Well, I tend to be a bit of a Hot-Head, so I chased this crazy lady down the sidewalk screaming things at her like, "I hope you like jail because that is where you are going after I'm done pressing assault charges!" Somehow a co-worker caught up to me and escorted me back to the store where the police department had already been called. 

The Suspect, who I lovingly refer to as Shaniqua, is still at large. (Probably scoring some meth as you read this.)

Well kiddos? Did you enjoy story time? I have plenty more, but right now I am off to dreamland. Until tomorrow, goodnight sweet internet.