Two teenagers were blocking my way in the aisle at Payless yesterday. They finally moved a tiny bit, so I had to angle between them. That's not easy on crutches. As I was making my way between them, one of them stepped forward and stomped right on my foot. The broken one with the huge cast on it. I made a good gasping noise that let her know it hurt, and then I stood there looking at her, waiting for my apology. She didn't say anything, and even though I wanted to set her on fire, I walked away. After I went a few steps, the girl started laughing. That's when I threatened to shove my crutch up her ass.
It was a good day, overall.