Power tripping
Mood: Irritated
Listening to: If I ain't got you- Alicia Keys
Today was the perfect day for shopping. I'd found one hundred cash lying around the house, it was raining (an excuse to not exercise the horses) and I'd just had my hair done (excellent). I went in search of shoes, lip balm and hair curlers (oh and I only managed to buy the lip balm). Nothing could get in my way, I was on cloud nine, soaring higher than any bird in the sky. Until then, a lady who could have been half my height accused me of shoplifting. I was waiting for my mum to pick me up and I was just browsing through Kmart TRYING to find some hair curlers when my bag (new as well) kept breaking. I was getting flustered and embarrest so I guess I may have looked a bit dodgy. After searching the store for the hundreth time I decided to give up and leave, only to have a grandma barge up to me and accuse me of stealing.
She had a smug look on her face. On a powertrip I thought. "Can I search your bag?". No, get fucked I felt like saying, but I unzipped my bag and showed her the muffin, Black Beauty book, Cosmo magazine and...uh oh hairspray and a foundation I had bought from the store earlier. "Can I see your dockets for those?" she stared me down. Shit, fuck, fuck, shit. I had thrown them away when I had lunch at Mackers. "Ummm...", I explained to her what had happened. Her face grew even more smug, a small smile playing on the edge of her lips. Fucking power trippers. Is that the reason people become security guards? So they can get their highs by making people have lows? Are we living in a world where the only thing up for grabs is power?
