Three little Pigs (I am a 22-year-old male, alone on my shift. I spot three teenage boys in the store. Their mother is with them, but she is currently nowhere in sight. A female customer around the same age as me—quite curvy and attractive—is also nearby. I’ve noticed that the boys keep following the woman, and are making pig noises at her.) Me: “Hello, ma’am. Is there anything I can help you with?” Woman: “No thanks. I’d just like to check out, please.” Me: “No problem, just follow me to the register.” (I begin to scan her items. As I’m doing so, one of the boys yells out more pig noises, while his friends laugh. The woman is getting upset, and looks close to tears.) Me: “Ma’am, would you please excuse me for a minute?” Woman: “Oh, sure, no worries.” (I march up to where the boys are. They try to run away, but I grab their ringleader by the arm and pull him back.) Ringleader: “What the f***? Let me go!” Me: “Not until you have stopped harassing that woman over there. I want you all to go over there and apologise for being so disgustingly rude to her.” Boy #2: “You can’t make us do anything! You can’t even swear at us, or we’ll sue you!” Me: “Oh, yeah? Let’s see what your mother has to say about this. Do you want to Click Here :- icarebecauseiloveyou.blogspot.in/2013/10/three-little-pigs.html
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