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“I’m still in a lawsuit with the standalone GameStop off the Graham stop.
The day I was robbed, the nineteen year old bitch boy was on the floor. I was behind the counter. A dude comes in and asks to see a PS5. I tell him, ‘all the stuff is in the back. But you can look at any box on the floor for info.’ He laps around the store. Loitering at GameStop is natural. I moved on and packed all my orders. I enjoyed packing orders.
An order had a PlayStation portal. So I had to go the back. To get in the back you have to key in. Mind you I worked there for four years. I was the face of that location. I had the habits of working for four years. So I keyed in and expected the door to automatically close behind me like always.
PS5 dude pushed by bitch boy and followed me into the back. I said calmly, ‘sir you can’t be in here’. He only looked over me. He didn’t utter a word or respond. I nudged him to leave. He shoved me into a stack of boxes.
I watch a lot of TrueCrime and I refuse to die a victim in New York City. I work solo shifts. I work in a residential area. I will not let you tell others I roll over… respectfully. I pepper sprayed his face. Except I didn’t. I missed him entirely. I had my Mom’s spray, which sprays out. It’s different than my old spray which goes straight. I only got his back as he was leaving. Customers yelled at bitch boy. The cops came. They put a bit of caution tape up. Customers kept shopping.
I filed a police report. I filled out the weekly inventory. Corporate would ask where a PS5 went. I sat for five minutes and then started bawling. I asked management if I could go home. I was just happy and grateful everyone went unscathed. I came back to work the next day and worked the shift all by myself.
One month later, I walked into work and Angel was behind the counter. Angel is a sweet, sweet boy. He worked there for nineteen years. He was a GameStop diehard. He has autism… you know Autistic Angel.
Angel said, ‘hey rats were running on the sales floor and behind the counter again’. I said to Angel, ‘Do you mind if I go get mousetraps?’ I walked across the street to the discount store. I paid for the mousetraps with my own money. I got a snack. I got Angel some water. I gave him the mousetraps, ‘put these wherever you feel correctly hun.’ Then I went to the bathroom.