"coon bashing?" fuck you.
I'm haunted by this. So I'm going to vent.
Setting: The Wacky Bear Factory, "a fun, interactive, stuffed animal experience for the kid in all of us." (Think Build-A-Bear Workshop.) Around 3:00 P.M. on Saturday, November 24th, 2007. Seemingly a normal day with normal customers.
Cassie: sees a customer: male, around college-aged, less-than-average looking
Hi there. Can I help you with anything?
Male: Yes, I was wondering if you had raccoons you can stuff?
Cassie: Sure! We actually got them in a few weeks ago, so that's pretty exciting. Over here.
Walks over to stuffed animal wall and shows Male the stuffingless raccoons
Male: Oh! That's so awesome!
Cassie: Smiles
Really? Do you really like raccoons? Or do you have a girlfriend who does?
Male: Ha. No. My friends and I have a new pasttime. Wanna know what it is?
Cassie: Uh...I guess.
Male: Well, we go out into the forest, and we find raccoons, and we bash their heads in with a baseball bat! And then we stomp them and kick them while they're screaming until they die.
Cassie: ...Are you kidding me?
Male: Yeah, look at my shoes!
Points at shoes filled with bloodstains
Cassie: Silence
Male: It's so fun! So I wanted to come in here and see if you had raccoons, so I could get a stuffed one sometime. And then I'd get one of those recordable sounds and have someone scream in it, and I'd put it in the raccoon, and I'd keep it in my truck. That would be so awesome.
Cassie: ...That's sick, and you need to leave.
Walks away
(Sick) Male: Walks out door to rejoin (sick) friends who all laugh merrily and walk away
End.
Dear Sick Male,
I don't know if you were really serious about what you were saying today. I don't know if you were just looking for a reaction. I don't know if it was a dare from a friend of yours. "Hey, dude...you should totally tell them you bash raccoons or something, and see what they say!!" I'm scared that you were telling the truth, though.
I don't know what the fuck you were thinking. First of all, you came into a children's store. There no excuse for this kind of talk, but it for SURE should not be in that type of environment. There were customers around. Secondly, you wasted my time asking me questions. You didn't deserve my attention. You don't deserve anyone's attention if this is seriously how you spend your free time. There is not a whole lot you DO deserve. Maybe a good hit over the head yourself?
You are a failure. Wanna know why I say that? Because you could be out there doing a lot more, but instead, you are taking the lives of innocent creatures. You may not have the mental capacity to sympathize with something that is not a human being (hell, I don't think you have much sympathy for human beings either), but the things you are doing are ruining family lives. Yes, I understand raccoons can be devious creatures. However, raccoons still have families.
Think about it this way: what if the roles were reversed? What if, one day, you were waiting for your mom to come home, but she didn't? What if you found out she was bashed over the head and kicked to death by an animal you are powerless against? What if you weren't fed or taken care of, because some bigger creature decided to take away YOUR family?
Sick male, I think you are ignorant. I think you are cruel. I cannot understand people like you. Your behvaior is a precursor to deliquency and murder. If I ever encounter you again, I will turn you in. I will find a way to stop you. However, I am assuming I will never see you again. And you know what? That disappoints me. I was in so much shock earlier today. So much shock that I didn't get to say the things I wanted to say to you. I'd love the chance to help you to understand the pain you've caused these animals, but you know what? I cannot do that, because that would require bashing you over the head with a baseball bat and kicking/stomping on your head. AND I DON'T DO THINGS LIKE THAT. I DON'T KILL FOR FUN.
Killing for fun. Is this your life? You're fucked up. YOU ARE FUCKED UP.
I think more than anger, I feel sad for you. Your life sucks. It must be depressing to be you. Yet, you're probably too ignorant to understand that. I cry for you. I cry for the creatures whose lives you have claimed. I cry for this world, because I know there are so many more people like you.
So continue to live your life like this. Just know this: Karma is a bitch.
--Cassie
Setting: The Wacky Bear Factory, "a fun, interactive, stuffed animal experience for the kid in all of us." (Think Build-A-Bear Workshop.) Around 3:00 P.M. on Saturday, November 24th, 2007. Seemingly a normal day with normal customers.
Cassie: sees a customer: male, around college-aged, less-than-average looking
Hi there. Can I help you with anything?
Male: Yes, I was wondering if you had raccoons you can stuff?
Cassie: Sure! We actually got them in a few weeks ago, so that's pretty exciting. Over here.
Walks over to stuffed animal wall and shows Male the stuffingless raccoons
Male: Oh! That's so awesome!
Cassie: Smiles
Really? Do you really like raccoons? Or do you have a girlfriend who does?
Male: Ha. No. My friends and I have a new pasttime. Wanna know what it is?
Cassie: Uh...I guess.
Male: Well, we go out into the forest, and we find raccoons, and we bash their heads in with a baseball bat! And then we stomp them and kick them while they're screaming until they die.
Cassie: ...Are you kidding me?
Male: Yeah, look at my shoes!
Points at shoes filled with bloodstains
Cassie: Silence
Male: It's so fun! So I wanted to come in here and see if you had raccoons, so I could get a stuffed one sometime. And then I'd get one of those recordable sounds and have someone scream in it, and I'd put it in the raccoon, and I'd keep it in my truck. That would be so awesome.
Cassie: ...That's sick, and you need to leave.
Walks away
(Sick) Male: Walks out door to rejoin (sick) friends who all laugh merrily and walk away
End.
Dear Sick Male,
I don't know if you were really serious about what you were saying today. I don't know if you were just looking for a reaction. I don't know if it was a dare from a friend of yours. "Hey, dude...you should totally tell them you bash raccoons or something, and see what they say!!" I'm scared that you were telling the truth, though.
I don't know what the fuck you were thinking. First of all, you came into a children's store. There no excuse for this kind of talk, but it for SURE should not be in that type of environment. There were customers around. Secondly, you wasted my time asking me questions. You didn't deserve my attention. You don't deserve anyone's attention if this is seriously how you spend your free time. There is not a whole lot you DO deserve. Maybe a good hit over the head yourself?
You are a failure. Wanna know why I say that? Because you could be out there doing a lot more, but instead, you are taking the lives of innocent creatures. You may not have the mental capacity to sympathize with something that is not a human being (hell, I don't think you have much sympathy for human beings either), but the things you are doing are ruining family lives. Yes, I understand raccoons can be devious creatures. However, raccoons still have families.
Think about it this way: what if the roles were reversed? What if, one day, you were waiting for your mom to come home, but she didn't? What if you found out she was bashed over the head and kicked to death by an animal you are powerless against? What if you weren't fed or taken care of, because some bigger creature decided to take away YOUR family?
Sick male, I think you are ignorant. I think you are cruel. I cannot understand people like you. Your behvaior is a precursor to deliquency and murder. If I ever encounter you again, I will turn you in. I will find a way to stop you. However, I am assuming I will never see you again. And you know what? That disappoints me. I was in so much shock earlier today. So much shock that I didn't get to say the things I wanted to say to you. I'd love the chance to help you to understand the pain you've caused these animals, but you know what? I cannot do that, because that would require bashing you over the head with a baseball bat and kicking/stomping on your head. AND I DON'T DO THINGS LIKE THAT. I DON'T KILL FOR FUN.
Killing for fun. Is this your life? You're fucked up. YOU ARE FUCKED UP.
I think more than anger, I feel sad for you. Your life sucks. It must be depressing to be you. Yet, you're probably too ignorant to understand that. I cry for you. I cry for the creatures whose lives you have claimed. I cry for this world, because I know there are so many more people like you.
So continue to live your life like this. Just know this: Karma is a bitch.
--Cassie