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[Anonymous User]

I woke up in intense pain with the taste of blood in my mouth. As the room slowly came into focus, I tried to remember it all.

I am the youngest employee at the Dollar Tree. I am also the assistant manager. About twice a week, an amorphous lumbering hellhound named Gladys drags her obese frame through the door to make crummy purchases of crummy items. I know her name is Gladys because she writes checks. Personal checks. Under three dollars. All the time. Anyway, I think she's diabetic. I hope, anyway. She's verbally abusive, and always manages to make checking out take about 10 times longer than it should. She leaves cartfuls of items for us to put back, sometimes just for fun. I think she gets disability checks, and I know she has nothing better to do, and nobody to do it with, because she's beyond unlovable. She smells like a cross between sweaty croissants and stale farts. She wears sweatpants and too-small tops, obviously. I saw the Virgin Mary in her pit stains once. Then, she managed to finish checking out without getting her spit on my glasses. It was a miracle.

Gladys waltzed in the door to an empty store five minutes before close one night. I couldn't tell if she was intoxicated or just waddling in a more exhausted manner than usual. I wouldn't know until a moment later, when I saw her lips blue from Mad Dog. I shouted out that we were closing in five minutes, so she should make her selections quickly. Fat chance, but it was worth a try. She told me to "f*** off, [inaccurate but still highly offensive ethnic slur] [derogatory word for female]."

I walked over from my register. "What did you say?" I asked.

She didn't even put down her generic knock-off Cheetos and Dr. Pepper. "You heard me," she sniveled, her blue lips crowding her Winston-stained stubs of teeth in a wretched travesty of a smile. "I'm not done shopping."

I suckerpunched that whale right in the throat. She collapsed. It was summer. We were in the Seasonal section. I reached for a pool noodle. I went Daniel Day-Lewis on her fat ass.

I don't remember anything that happened after that. I must have knocked over the sunscreen display onto the both of us. I doubt Gladys got a punch in with those stubby "arms," but my nose was bleeding. I was at the police station. I didn't get fired or anything, though. My manager hates Gladys, too. I can fax the police report if you really care. I know this section is kind of a formality. Anyway, my main point is that I'm passionate about justice, even if I have to get it myself.

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