I Nailed a Guy At a Supermarket

Men count on the submission of women. They count on femininity, the gender role they’ve designed for us so that they can dominate and control us. I am not feminine. I am human.

The other day I was at the local grocery store, waiting in line because it was busy. I was buying a product that I had asked the store to order for me. It was that bloody Irish Breakfast tea I’ve been wanting for months. I finally got the store to get it for me and I finally was getting it.

I approached the register and I heard over my shoulder a whining, angry male. He didn’t want to wait a few minutes and he was pissed because the store was busy and they didn’t have a lot of cashiers. This is male entitlement.

Why should he, the white male, have to wait in line like everyone else? He’s superior right?

The cashier rang me up and the cost of the tea was very cheap. I asked her why it was so cheap and the man behind me in line was muttering at me ‘oh come on lady, fucking bitch.’ So I’m trying to talk to the cashier and this asshole behind me is muttering at me and breaking up my attention.

Finally, I had had enough and turned around to face him. I yelled so the whole store heard me.

‘Hey, I waited in line like everyone else. If you don’t like it go to another line!’

He turned away from me, embarrassed. He knew the entire store was looking at him. I was ready to rip him a new one if he talked back. He didn’t.

He thought he could sit there and abuse me without me saying a word because when you’re trained into femininity, you are supposed to be nice and silent and take it. Men depend on this to harm women. Since I am close to 50, and I don’t give a shit about gender dominance and I assert my humanity, I ripped him a new one. It felt really good.

Men need retraining, they’re garbage.



11 thoughts on “I Nailed a Guy At a Supermarket

  1. And so it goes. Entitlement is a wonderful thing. For men. Because women have nothing better to do with their time than request Irish Breakfast tea. A little bit of shopping.

    Not all men are as ignorant. In my supermarket, we look at baskets/trollies and if someone has one/two items we ask if they want to go in front. Done by men and women. Not everyone but some. Although I’m sure the patriarchy is strong here, oh no, the busy (usually retired unemployed) menz can’t be held up.

      • The guy sounds horrible, but its wrong to use generalizations to describe a group. i am a 65 year old male. In any situation, i treat women with more respect and courtesy than I would if dealing with a man. I hire them when possible and usually pay them more than i do my male employees because they tend to become better workers. i agree that the guy behind you was entitled and most likely a misogynist, but I am not responsible for his behavior.

    • I am a bit shocked. Only due to the last sentence.. I enjoyed reading the story , and had a good feeling when she put the fat slob in his place.

      But was surprised a woman that can write so well , and tell horrible ,rude swearing slobs to shut up , would make the statement that all men are rubbish.

      I can tell she is intelligent she writes a good story , i would never swear at a woman in any place , let alone a stranger.

      I cant understand ? how can such an intelligent lady , be so hateful towards all men?

      She must have meet well spoken , polite , caring men ?
      The man in the line must have simply been a horrible slob , who saw , something far better looking in the mirror than the actual reality .

      I have seen women that go into supermarkets , look like shit , swear push shove , and i must add , so is her just as horrible male partner.
      So i think yuk men and women like that are a world away from myself.

      But i dont judge all women by the worst example i can find.
      And i dont judge all men on her horrible husband / partner.

      I dont for example believe that the climate scientist Jason Box is rubbish , he is married , with a lovely daughter , he spends his working life in Antarctica.
      Often in danger of death , he does this as he cares for all living things.

      He would never , ever swear at a stranger in a public line , and i dont think he would ever swear at his wife or daughter at home , let alone in a public place.

      I will never understand the war that seems to go on between men / woman.
      We are all the same , by that i mean , you are either a good person , or a horrible person.

      Regardless of gender.
      I like birds , i have an alexandrine , she is lovely and very very clever.
      My point is , you either like birds or you dont.
      Nothing to do with male or female , some men like birds , some women like birds.

      There are of course some male / females that buy expensive birds on a whim , dont care and maintain for them correctly , then give it away to someone else that said yes on a whim and really is only interested in the statis.

      But that only adds to my point , i think some men are horrible , and some women are horrible.
      But not all men are horrible , and not all women.

      Cheers Grant [New Zealand]

  2. I had a fun chance to nail a guy a couple months ago. I was seated at a window seat on a plane, a young woman was on the isle and the middle seat empty as I saw a parade of various men coming down the isle, I was in no mood that day. So as soon as one of them sat down between us, I used some pre-emptive verbage. “you’re not going to man-spread are you?” I did not care if he was “nice” or one of the “not all men,” I did not care about his feelings. I cared about my space,and the young gal on the isle who would have to go through the flight with that stupid knee pushed onto her leg intruding on the space she paid for. The poor baby kept his legs together. Nothing more was said. But if the next guy pushes me, I’ll blow a grotesque amount of snot into my hankie, and gently lay it on my own knee, in my own space that I paid for. This stuff gets way easier after you do it a few times.


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