Ghetto Grocery throw down

Here I was all let down that blah blah back in dull old Oregon where nothing ever happens (well, mostly its because I never shower or leave my house.)

But today I was on my way to meet my only friend Jamie out at the stables in Murphy, because she judged I was finally ready to ride "Rocky"-- this rock star horse I am in love with, because he's a little "green" and you have to be a little bit more experienced before riding him.  He has been my goal since I started my lessons.  Jamie owns him so only she can say when.  Jack the grizzled ranch owner told her he doesn't think I'm ready for him-- Jamie said well I know she is.

Look how beautiful!  And what a personality. 
He's tall, has rock star hair, and a Joker.

Back to the throwdown buildup-- I stopped at Ray's Food Place in Murphy-- and I LOVE Ray's because there's one right by my house and its SUPER ghetto and no one would ever care what I looked like and/or I would NEVER run into anyone from my ex-workplace. You know-- like you can never go to rocknroll Ralphs in Hollywood unless you are looking HOT. this is the opposite.

Thought I'd always be safe at Ghetto Rays

I open my trunk to get out my "Rays Food Place" reusable bags (more proof I'm a consistent and loyal repeat local customer) preparing to go in to buy a 6 pack of tall boy Budweisers for my customary after-horse-ride lounge on the porch with the cowboys, and I hear a man yell loud in a nasty shout "HEY.  WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM AND TAKE 10 MORE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH."

[I add this comment later because people didn't seem to understand why he yelled in the first place, I was parked in the row in front of him with my California plates w blacked out windows.....]

I looked around to see who was being yelled at, never thinking it could be me, and here's a guy in a big white pickup looking at me-- those kind with double back wheels, over compensating, and I point to myself, "me?"

"Yeah you you fucking bitch, YOU!, ruining it for everyone here, why don't you just get the fuck OUT!!!"

I didn't say a word, marched right up to his open window (hoping he didn't expect that!) "Listen, take your complaint down to Fire Mountain Gems-- your own people-- they HIRED me and PAID me to come here!"

"You and your frou frou shops have made this place disgusting"

"Well, shopping at Ray's ain't 'frou frou' shopping."

"Well.... yeah but everything was fine until people like you started coming up here"

"And when was that?  30 years ago?  Everyone I meet has come from California at some time.  You don't know me, I support all the local shops, I only buy local goods if I can get them, I'm heading right now to the stables to pay them and support their horses! I pay taxes here and spend money so people have jobs here"

Running out of arguments he says "DO YOU WANT ME TO SPIT IN YOUR FACE!?"

"WOW!!  I ALMOST CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ARE SUCH A  FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

"IF YOU DON'T GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW I WILL SPIT IN YOUR FACE"

Who knows he really might, so before I walk away "Oh my god this is unbelievable --and with the most rage and vitriol I could conjure up--  FUCK YOU!"

"Yeah I wouldn't even want to skank, you fucking whore, bitch, WHORE!!! fuck you and get the hell out of here!!!"

I ignore, go in, get my beer and ice, and make sure he sees what I am putting in my trunk when I come back out.  He has another guy with him who came up to me in the store and said "Sorry if my friend rubbed you the wrong way....."

"HAH!!! I BLURT IN HIS FACE.  RUBBED ME THE WRONG WAY!?  ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?  THERE ARE NO ALTERNATIVE WAYS TO INTERPRET WHAT  HE SAID.  FUCK YOU TOO."  He didn't fight back.

When I drove out past his truck I waved a huge wave out my window obnoxiously and smiled a bit toothy grin and he just sat there seething.

I told the story to my cowboy friends at the stables and they were shocked-- "Next time, you send them right down here, we'll knock him straight that's for DAMN sure"

And one of the women said "yeah I heard that the first thing you should do before  you even come here is get your Oregon plates"  "We apologize for people like him, and remember, this is Murphy you know..."

Whooooooo!  I am still all fired up about it. If I was quicker mentally I would have taken his license plate and slashed his tires next time I saw the truck.