It all started here.....A prologue....

My right eye starts to twitch. This is when it all starts to change. I start to sweat. I can feel my heartbeat in my ears. My mouth goes dry. This is what happens when someone stands too close to me. Not just anyone. Someone I feel shouldnt be in my realm. They shouldnt be allowed to breathe the same air as me. You  know how it feels. You can feel their thick disgusting heat creeping all over you.    
The putrid smell coming from his mouth as he tries to make small talk is almost too much for me. I look away. It smells like he has advanced periodontal disease and hasn't flossed since his mother told him it was important when he was a little fuck.  If you dont know what periodontal disease is, Google or WebMD that shit. Its gross and nasty. Floss is your friend, peeps. Twice a day.    
   
I roll my eyes at him and his meaningless words. Him and every other mother fucker in this place. I just want the checkout lady to scan my shit, let me pay and go on my merry way. I dont have that many items. Two bottles of whiskey and a weak ass sub sandwich thats 2 days old. Shes so fucking slow. I want to scream at her. Lets go lady, geez.
 The smell of this fuck behind me may awaken something in me that shouldnt be allowed. It needs to remain dormant.    
His horrific breath as he keeps yammering on, makes me want to gut him like a fish with the illegal knifes and other weapons in my purse. Hes way too close to me. I move away. He makes a weird face. I wink at him, with a half smirk. Im such a bitch. I love that part about myself. I really want to smash this loser in the face in front of everyone. I think of him begging for his life and I smirk again.
 
I should have scanned my own shit. Fuck me. He never had a chance. Not one. I might follow this smelly fuck to his car. Pretend I cant find my own vehicle and act all "dumb blond". Acting is one of my specialties, by the way.
I can build up his ego. Make him feel safe. Offer to walk his cart to the cart return, after hes helped me find my not so lost car. Even though he makes me feel ridiculously repulsed. He might think hes going to get lucky, maybe score a number. And this is where it all begins. This is where it all happens. And none of it is my fault. Yet is it?  
They tell me I should own it. Well, I say fuck them.  
   
   
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