Some people, are planned, some are a surprise, some are considered unplanned blessing, me I am a never should have been. Some days I look on the bright side of things and believe I am here for a reason. Some purpose that is greater than my parents just being brought together, or even bigger than I can imagine being. I am That girl. No matter who you are, if I pass you I say good morning. I ask you how your day has been. My  smile is probably the second thing people notice about me. Normally the first question I get is “How tall are you” and for those of you who are new that would be 4 feet 9 1/2 inches, yeah you read that right, I can legally have my airbags disengaged because at my height I am too close to the steering wheel, so a deployed airbag will not save my life it  will kill me , most likely from decapitation. So trust me seat belts will do just fine. My Smile is what makes people feel like I am approachable. It’s what makes them think that I am nice, sweet, caring even safe. They couldn’t be more wrong. I am none of these things.I am courteous, polite, respectful, and considerate. But don’t get it twisted because the moment, that you are disrespectful to me I will make you feel like, your world is falling on your head chichen little. I am not respectful to people because they have a higher station in life, or because they happened to live on this plan of existence for decades longer then I have, I am respectful because they have not crossed me yet. That same smile that makes strangers feel comfortable, is still present when I am in your face reminding you that you have no idea who is behind that broad smile. John Wayne Gacy wore a smile and performed in children’s hospital and charitable events but they still found 33 men and young boys who he managed to lured them not only, to their gruesome deaths but he defiled them in the most inhuman manner, by sexually assulting them, murdering them and then shoving them  away as if they where part of the plaster on the walls.

People hide themselves, until they are forced to let it out. They try to make life as simple as they believe everyone elses is. We hide behind our social media where we post pictures of our apple pie american lives when we really are distancing the sincere version of who we really are from each other, making it so much more difficult to understand what is normal behavior, and what red flags we should be looking for. The smile on my face could be anything from joy to the last straw of  a Mass murderer that may finally get their day of reckoning.

So I work for Wal mart. Don’t roll your eyes I am not that disgruntle Wal-Mart associate who is gonna blast all my superiors for talking down to me, during one of my ultra sensitive breakdowns, I meant to have on the ride to work. I promise I am not going to go postal and pick off unsuspecting commuters, who are just trying to feed their families in this time of financial cataclysm. That is not what this post is aiming towards. This Post is about something that happened to me last night while I was on my lunch break. My aunt called me to get some information about a trip that we have been planning. My cousin is coming home from prison and needs us to pick him up,  we will be leaving in eight days and she was making sure we are still on track. While she was  giving some info she had gathered I was eating my lunch, and inturn giving her the information I had. There was only three people in the break room, when I came in, myself, a lady who works on our team and a lady that for the most part is normally nice. We say our good mornings and goodbyes but I don’t particularly know what her duties are. To my surprise, she stopped me in the middle of my conversation and said that I needed to be quite, because she needed quite. I was shocked because on a normal lunch break, there are at least six people in that room, and we are busting out lunch like buffet style watching the Nanny on the TV. We are not a quite bunch. My point is that I can be loud, we all know this but, for someone to just think it is alright to speak to someone like they do not matter. I do try to be kind to my coworkers , I try to be curtious but this woman was so rude, so rude that my coworker stepped in. How did this lady know I wasn’t going to be waiting for her outside in her car. How did she know I was not crazy. Because I most certainly am. Look this is my third Walmart I have worked at. When I was at the Grapevine store we had two inmates in a transport van escape while the cops where inside. There also was a man who commeted suicide in the parking lot by drinking two bottles of mouthwash, The code 25 found him a few days later. The Texas heat was so hot it caused his head to explode. When the police showed up they thought he had shot himself. In Benson, Az, a gentleman pulled into a parking spot not realizing an older gentleman was waiting on it. As he got out of his vehicle the older man stabbed him, and then walked into the store went to menswear got a new shirt changed then, walked up to the pharmacy couniter to stand in line like nothing happened. When the police arrived, they went to the pharmacy arrest him, he acted like nothing was wrong and insisted they wait for his prescription to be filled. Some people have a different crazy then you tred with caution, because questioning the almighty is above my pay grade.