Down the Memory Lane of Wally World: I Haven't Forgotten

I worked at a Wal-Mart in Lake Charles, La. for nearly six years before I moved to another city in 2016. There were a few incidents that took place while I was there--well, more than a few, but of course I'm not going to write about all of them. I would probably be writing forever if I did or one would mess around and go stir crazy, so some things it's best to call water under the bridge.

There was a situation in particular that happened around 2015 that I said would revisit and address, but for years I put it on the back burner and decided to address it later because I have more important things to attend to. For some reason, it has been tugging at me more than usual lately, and I'm taking that as something in me saying, It's time to revisit and address this. Don't put it off any longer.

You know, I briefly considered letting it go, but as the person who I had the issue with told me later, "I was going to apologize, but I'm taking it back," that's sort of my approach on this whole thing. I thought about letting it go, and not even mentioning it, but when I thought back on it, particularly on the hags who instigated it, nah, fuck that. Plus, going back to the reason I mentioned in the above paragraph, it's time for me to get this off my chest, so I can move on from it completely.

I will admit, her reason for taking back her "apology" was due to a move I made, and looking back, I'm man enough to admit that I shouldn't have done that. I'll explain later, along with the reasons why I say I shouldn't have done that.

My focus here isn't so much on the person I that ended up having an issue with, although there were a few things she said to me that I will comment on. My main focus is on the fuckers who instigated it. I decided not to say any names or I will use substitute names, if necessary, but that will be the extent of my mercy. If someone comes to me with some bullshit, I will come back and change it to their real names.

Although I’m not the type to do a lot of playing and joking around, I would joke with a few people at that place to lighten the mood because that place could be stressful. In general, if I initiate the joking, and someone tells me or if I see they’re getting offended, I will chill out and not deal with them in that way. It's called having respect. A lot of people should try that some time. I seem to be a part of dying breed when it comes to that.

There was a woman who worked there--we'll call her "Rena." She worked in the Electronics department when I was there, and she was one of the few I would joke around with. Hey, I'm human like everyone else, so I'm not incapable of going too far with something I said, even if I said it jokingly. Apparently, there was something I said one day that offended her because I started to notice that when I attempted to joke with her, her tone changed or if I asked her a question just to make conversation, she would give these surly, sarcastic replies.

Then there was a time I did this, and she replied, "I'm trying to be nice." I'm putting all of this together and I realized she wasn't joking anymore. When I caught that, I left her alone and stopped going there with her. When I realize someone is offended by something I said or did (jokingly) whether they pull me aside and tell me or like in her case, I noticed the change in her facial expressions and tone, I will leave them alone and not deal with them in that way. 

The manager over Electronics at that time accused me of sneak dissing, saying, "He talk about people on the slick," which I think she was dead wrong about me, but I won't hold that against her. One, I don't usually sneak diss, I usually just say what I have to say. Two, I was honestly just playing around, but again, when I saw that people were taking it a certain way, I stopped going there with them.

Unlike others, I won't criticize them or make sly, punk ass comments. Those primates at that religious organization in Conyers, Ga. comes to mind when it comes to this. I'm not quite done with those punk bitches, I'm tired of blogging about them and I will save them for the upcoming book.

Anyway, when I realized she was getting offended by some things I was saying, I left her alone and stopped going there with her. One day, I was messing around with someone she was cool with--maybe I did go too far, but "Dina," we'll call her, could've told me that herself or clapped back, if I did. Since Rena had a personal vendetta against me anyway, she took the opportunity to call herself retaliating. 

Having a religious mindset and trying to "keep things professional" at that time, I chose to laugh at her instead of engaging her. Speaking of which, now that I've freed myself of that religious bullshit, it's as if I have a new lease on life because I think that held me back in a lot of ways. Now, the gloves are off and it's on.

As I was saying, I was too busy laughing at her ass--well, laughing it off might be a little more accurate--so I don't remember everything she said because of that, but I do remember something along the lines of "You need to take a look in the mirror." She also mentioned something about my head being long. Gee, I wonder how she knew that? I'm being facetious, that wasn't what she meant. However, I've been hearing comments and jokes about my cranium being long for as long as I can remember, so if I let that bother me, I mind as well give it up.

As far as "taking a look in the mirror," this motherfucker could step in front of a mirror and it would shatter. Not break or crack, shatter. 

I made the mistake of telling some people what happened, which was all I said. Looking back, I should’ve kept my mouth shut, not because of her, but because of how messy most negroes are and how they like to stir up shit, such as tell people things that weren’t even said, which wouldn't surprise me if they did that, plus she had a lot of family and friends who worked there--for instance, so it was going to get back to her either way.

I say this not out of fear, I can take care of myself, I'm saying this from a standpoint of critical thinking, knowing who you're dealing with, and being aware of what's going on around you. If I would've considered this back then, I wouldn't be writing about these messy motherfuckers today.

I don’t remember all of the fuckers who ran their mouths to her, but some I know specifically because when she came to me with it, she named certain areas, and these were the areas where I discussed what happened. The sad part is a lot of them were either in their mid-to-late thirties or middle-aged women and I think a few men ran their mouths—too old to be so got damn messy. Another title for this could've been "Not All Aged People Are Wise."

They're the ones I mainly want to address, but before I do that, there's one more thing I want to comment on concerning Rena. When came to me with the information from her messy, bitch ass compadres, she says, "Do me favor, and keep my name out of your mouth," as if she was going to kick my ass or something. Fuck outta here. Of course, that went in one ear and out the other. No one controls what I talk about--not her or anybody else. Another thing, a lot negro women are something else with that tough girl, "keep my name out of your mouth" bullshit, until somebody lay them on their ass.

As for the messy hoes who ran their mouths to them I say: that was some bitch ass shit you did, and you're some messy, grimy, hoe ass bitches. Every last one of you. Then some of those motherfuckers had the nerve to greet me as if everything was all good. It's funny how people will do or say some fuck shit, and think you forgot about it or as if everything is all good because time elapsed.

One of these individuals in particular I remember saying something to was a woman worked in Grocery Receiving. She was a vibrant, up-beat Christian woman; looked like she could've been in her mid-to-late 50s. It came to me recently that this wasn't the first time I said something to her, and the person came back to me with it, but hey, if I said it once, I can say it again. 

It's funny how people who you thought were alright or you at least were on good terms with, you find out or realize that they're some dirty, cut-throat motherfuckers who would smile in your face and do slick shit behind your back. On a side note, a lot them claimed to be religious in some form, and people like them are part of the reason why I walked away from the whole thing.

Stuff like that is probably one of the reasons why I don't play around that much. So, do I think about it everyday, all day? No, but have I forgotten? Not a fucking chance.