Yesterday, a tall and irritating man loomed over me in a grocery store as I was looking at a drink on a clearance rack. It was next to the area where employees go in the back. I suppose he was just making sure I wasn't shoplifting, because I think he was an employee, or else he was trying to feel tall and important or something, but it was so irritating that I banged the can of discounted fizzy whatever on the shelf and walked away, and did not go back to that area next to the back of the store. And I was chewing on myself and thinking about men and women being sexist and disgusting and disappointing, and I was afraid I would make myself sick, and I needed to go home and do some processes.
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