An entitled woman at the grocery store demands that I do her shopping for her.

She hands me a little rolled up grocery list on a piece of paper and tells me to go fetch

while she sits down. Then, when I refuse, she goes absolutely berserk. To the point that when

the police are there, they have to pick her up and slam her. And that's just the start. There

is an entire ripple effect that happens because of this moment that leads to an unexpected outcome

to this whole situation. Here's what happened. Subscribe to Emma the jerk on YouTube and hit

the bell to turn on notifications. I had reported to work on this particular Monday where I

am the site supervisor for an armed security account only to discover that the blasted

engines that worked the night shift had not only left me an empty coffee pot, which is a mortal sin,

but had entirely cleaned me out of coffee, leaving me not but an empty container devoid of my much

needed morning caffeine. The inconsiderate so-and-so's grumbling I go off to the local market to buy

some caffeinated goodness so to keep my heart beating through my busy day. Mind you, I am in

uniform, which means black pants, dress shirt with my badge, and various security emblems. My duty

belt with a firearm, baton, handcuffs, etc, etc. For the sake of those squeamish folk out there

that go all white in the face, when they see an open carry, I have also dawned a windbreaker with

security written on the back of it in six inch high day glow yellow letters. In other words,

I looked nothing like any of the folk who worked at this market, whose uniform consisted of a

green apron. Now mind you, I probably could have handled this better but I was grumpy. It was a

Monday morning without coffee after all. So I'm just standing there inside the door of the market

reading the chalkboard where they have written their menu for the small cafe they run when this

entitled Wrench on her cell phone walks up to me and tries to hand me a slip of paper. Okay,

I'm a bit confused but I take it and I give it a look. But as soon as I do, the entitled woman

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