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It all starts with pneumonia. It's fantastic really. It got me through the layers of hell that awaited me today.

Introduction

Well, after finally finding a clinic, I went to get a check up. (Only to find that I have PNEUMONIA) All goes well and I get my prescription. I stop by Target to pick it up, no deal. Target's break time for the pharmacy had just started. I had to wait half an hour for them to resume. Fuck it. So I go to...

Walmart

Enter Walmart and in the 100 degree weather that's in Arizona, I feel worse off than I did already. I get in line for my prescriptions. With three obvious geniuses working at the register it takes them 20 minutes to greet me (three customers total). I give them my prescription and they tell me that I have to wait less than 30 minutes to receive my prescription. Expected, right? Sure. It takes monkeys around 30 minutes to feel one person's medicine with a liquidy syrup. 30 minutes is up, and I walk up and check on the progress to find out that they had fucked up my doctor's "ID Number" (or something of that sort). They tell me to wait another 10 minutes and they apologize. Alright, well fuck you too. It's not big deal. I'm only coughing up the last breathes of air I have.

Now my stomach starts hurting and I know that shit time was going to happen any time now. I go to the men's restroom where the janitor was cleaning the floor. He wouldn't let me in! I told him that I needed to go. He refused. I had to go so I let him know that I was going to use the first stall in the women's restroom. He shook his head and grunted a no. I told him that I was going anyways.

So I sit down, unzip, bomb. (Peace for 30 seconds)

Now the old hag started shouting on top of his lungs outside the restrooms and told the whole fucking store,

Spoiler:

"CAREFUL!!! MAN IN RESTROOM MAN IN RESTROOM IF U GO IN U B CAREFUL HUR DUR CAREFUL MAN IN RESTROOM!!!"

Now, he doesn't stop this for 3 minutes. Ok. Let him dream.

Now I don't know about you, but I cannot shit under these circumstances. It is too taxing for my current state. I'm infuriated (maybe over nothing) at this stage. I wipe, I get up. I flush. I open the door. I was ready to punch the fuck.

It's quiet. He's gone. I knew he was in the men's restroom now, though.

I raise my voice a tad and say, "Sir, if you have an issue with me or my bodily functions come out and deal with me. These shoppers are none of your concern, but I am."

He comes out with his broom and wash cart and just stares at me.

Well fuck.

So I ask, "Is there a problem? If there is, I'm right here and you can let me know this moment."

He said, "U NO RESTROOM IN WOMEN WHILE I WIPE DIS WAN!" (He's Mexican, but he speaks like an Asian with broken English)

I say, "Emergencies are not under my control. If I had shit on the floor, that would've been 1.) vandalism 2.) public indecency, and your sorry ass would've had to clean it up." I would predict my face is in some unforgiving distortion which would blow at any second.

He FUCKING ignores me and turns his back.

"Enjoy your occupation wiping piss off the floors for the rest of your life, you miserable social defect!"

After this, everyone turns and tries to not smile. (I would've thought most shoppers would glare at me for being rude and disruptive, but I suppose it's different in Arizona.)  

Maybe they were hiding their smiles from me.

Either way, I didn't care.

I walk back and it's been about 15 minutes from the incident to the Pharmacy. Apparently, they fucked up the ID again, so hell fucking yes. Another 10 minutes!!!

The raised voice had taken a toll on my health a bit more and I started to cough a lot more than I did and lost my breath.

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Ten minutes pass.

Finale

I get my antibiotics and cough medicine from the pharmacy after wasting a total of 55 + minutes because I had to have a "consultant" direct my medicine use after I had received it.

Now, I'm heading outside and guess who appears?

Yes, the janitor. I didn't say a word to him, but he glared at me and when he was at a safe distance (5 feet) he asked me this, "Boy, you wanna get hurt?!"




I walk in his direction and without a word I picked him up by his shirt and pressed him up on the wall. Then I answered him, "Yes, I want to get hurt. Here's your chance to hurt me."

I was two inches from punching a fucking hole through his skull and I decided that it wasn't worth it. I was sick, no need to have the security guards arrive and throw me out.

He urged me to put him down in a manner that was almost pleading, but angry at the same time.

"Put me down now and punch me if you dare."

So I put him down with a little backward force.

I faked a punch in which case he flinched...

Then I  spat in his general direction and said, "I'm all about peace, but there's a wad of spit on the floor. Do your job."

THE FUCKER TRIED TO RUSH ME, and some shopper guy stopped him and told both of us to cool off.

The other shoppers were trying not to look directly at the incident, but it was very clear that they wanted to know what the commotion was about.

I will never give Walmart business again. I've reported the employee to their customer service phone line. Let's hope something comes of it. *I didn't get any shopping benefits, though. It's fine as I'm not going back to the wretched place again.