This is my first post here so I want to take the time to tell everyone a little about me. I am a retired paramedic. I was actually in Basic EMT school (EMT-B). The way I accomplished dual enrollment was because my grades were good enough to prove I would graduate high school, as you have Is he at least 18 years old to be an EMT in Georgia. My birthday is in January and the school started on January 5. EMT school at that time was a six months long class two nights per week. Of course I graduated high school and the next week I graduate and EMT and everything is going as planned and did for the next 26 years.
Now, for ONE of the many stories I will share in this sub as well as others I will have to match the sub will match the subject.
I just had awoke after my grand total 4 hrs sleep from my 24 hr shift of work. Need I even mention that I wanted to go home but first I had to make a stop at “people of Wal-Mart” store, as I am 99 % positive my local Wally World is where that title was coined from. Heck, while on shift, we’d make stops in there after midnight just to see the finest of fine store patrons to have a contest to see how many of our local cities finest was actually sober enough to stay between the isles without taking out the pyramids of canned goods at the end of each one…we even wanted to see just how many females could fit a pair of yoga pants on and see just how many camel toes was possible in one pair of pants…in think 6 was the record (🤢🤮).
Sorry to side track however, it is part of the story, in a way…
I walked in the store, still in full uniform. The uniform was easily confused with a police and security guards uniforms as they were navy blue shirts with a badge, I.D. Tag on a lanyard, French blue pants with navy stripes on the pants legs and duty type work boots with zippers on the sides. We were often confused for police officers.
I was on the dairy isle, with my buggy, getting some milk before heading from the back of the store to the front to finish my row by row shopping method. I got my milk and was about to push my cart on to the next stop…The I cream freezer…then the expectedly unexpected ( if that makes sense) occurs.
The start of the Queen Karen of Blue Hair story is like this. Now, before she made it to my isle, I have to admit, I did hear some arguing the next isle over and muffled yet still audible speech about “Get me that bag off the top shelf.” Then in a more demanding “I told you just simply get that bag for me and you get and I am not asking so nicely again! Now, What sounded like two younger boys mentioned to one another, “Who does this old geezer thinks she is…then a response from the other boy…have these blue hairs forgotten how to ask…yea bro…all the old bitch had to do was ask! I suppose they intentionally said it mound enough for her to hear and….here we go, y’all (forgive me, as I usually type with a souther drawl, as well, being from a very rural area of the West Georgia area,
I hear,none other than the “Karen Karen,Karen of the Wal-Mart I demand that you help me!” theme song in my mind (Those people too young to know who “George of the Jungle” is, please look it up as, the theme song is aren’t parody of the song) “You, You there!” There were several others around me so I thought nothing of it and continued shopping. Again, as I stopped to get eggs, she says it again, “Are you ignoring me or just ignorant, I need your immediate assistance!” I looked around ans had to ask, “Are you speaking to me?” She says in a condescending voice, “Well, you are the ONLY SECURITY GUARD I SEE I. HERE…So yes, I am talking to you and I need to to stop pretending like you are shopping and kick these juvenile delinquents out of this store!
I reply as tactfully as a tired man just trying to get the hell in, get my items and get out, “You can’t be shopping, you are the security guard on duty, so quit playing and get those obnoxious and rude children out of this store!”
I told her again, “Ma’am, I am trying to sh….
Karen says (Very angrily and aggressively walking at me), “You either help me, you lying bastard, or I will have you fired and banned from any job in security you will ever…
Things went down hill as rapidly as Clinton’s pants under the Oval Office desk from here on out. My sleep deprived and normally calm cool and collected demeanor was spent…Id had enough! My parents have never spoken to me this way and I was actually taught not to do what was about to do, so forgive me mom and dad… I told her (with my deep, resonant daddy voice , as my wide calls it) I DO NOT WORK HERE, woman! I have tried on three prior occasion but you keep running your mouth and never allow me to..(she attempts to interrupt but I stop her) She starts with ,”No you wai-.. I throw a hand up right about 6 inches from her face and say, “See, there you go again! I suppose you were going to say you have never been spoken, so consider this the first truth that others have been too afraid to do. Again, I do NOT work here, I just got off my 24 hrs. and drove 35 min here from a long night of dealing with KARENS with far more issues than the issue you want me to assist you with and I be Damned if I’m going to put up with it from you for free, I barely get paid enough deal with it while on duty. Why don’t you Find an actual security guard here… I’m a medical professional you have them assist you with whatever irrelevant cause to have in your twisted panties at the present time. NOW, leave me the hell alone, I want to go home!
I left her pale as a sheet and made it far enough away she had to tell back, “You just go ahead and leave and never think about coming back! I know the manager and he finds out there will be hell to pay! Now between the time “hell and pay” were spoken, I was struck with a small bag of powered sugar that hit me and exploded all over my uniform. I have to admit, that was one heck of a shot from one end of the isle to the other. It didn’t hurt, just made one MELL OF A HESS.
The manager now has heard what was going on ask ask me what happened. Karen saw him approach and came down the isle like Bruce Jenner. (Not the confused Kaitlyn but the fast,athletic one we got used to seeing our Wheaties and Olympic Triathlon Champion boxes, and immediately tried to but in to the conversation the manager and I had started, she would get her turn.
The manager told her we’re talking and he would get her chance. Karen went ballistic! “You are already taking his side! He assaulted me, as well as the two other hoodlums that Harassed and make fun of me for being old when all I wanted was help. Now your security guy was very rude to me and I demand that he is fired and never gets a job insecurity again. The manager let her speak and we did not interrupt and then I gave my side of the story.
I pretty much told him everything I overheard that later today to the boys and then how she began to be so rude to me even after I told her multiple times or tried to when I can get a word in edgewise that I did not even work here. I told him he may want to check the security footage because if she touched those young boys in any way as well as her hitting me with the powdered sugar that I want assault charges pressed upon her.
By this time she is trying to make her way out of the store but the manager radioed the true security and had them stop her until law-enforcement could arrive.
When I made it to the front and she was being put in handcuffs, she was still crying and with her quivering voice was still being “Karen” when she yelled to me , “My husband is you local mega-church pastor and I promise you, he will make sure all of you rude liar BURN IN HELL, after the way she was treated! Labor to say I am a Christian and I know that I am saved by grace through Jesus Christ and there’s nothing her husband can do to have that taken away from me. However is it not in gods word that those that bear false witness have broken at least on of the 10 Commandment? Not only that well that doesn’t take him but the day she goes before a secular judge and see how many of those 10 Commandments are commuting into years.