• Option B

    Her side . .

    Ok, I didn’t MEAN to get kicked out, I was just.. No, your getting the wrong impression. Let me tell you the story so you can believe me..
    “welcome to Wal-mart! How can I be at your service today?” I was startled by a very enthusiastic Wal-Mart worker. I tried to sound as bored as possible. “ I think ill be alright” then I walked off. As a I approached the deodorant section, I saw the same Wal-Mart worker peering around the corner at me. When he saw me looking at him, he hurriedly started walking towards me. great. “ma’am I believe I can help you select the best kind of arm deodorant.” he still sounded WAY too enthusiastic. Before I could decline his offer, he had already begun speeding through his advertisement. “…and this one happens to work quite well, that’s what the reviews said.” he happened to he pointed out the most expensive deodorant. I rolled my eyes, he defiantly was 100% sales person. I listened on, but after a while, I grew very tired of his ignorance. Finally I could take it no more, “please, I think I can do it on my own!” he just laughed! “ma’am please, let me help you on this one” I interrupted him. “NO. I can do this.” again, he just smiled. At that I pushed off all the deodorant on the shelf. It was all over the floor. The man looked at me in surprise, then he ran away. finally, I can pick out my deodorant in peace! I was wrong, the worker was back, but this time he was with some security workers. I reached for my purse, they would have never guessed that there was pepper spray in there if my stupid purse strap hadn’t broken. There as the purse dropped to the ground, the pepper spray was in my hand, and there, I stood there, caught. I dropped it, and began to run. As the security raced after me, I thought quicker than they. Unfortunately before I could put my brilliant plan into action, I tripped over a shoe that had fallen out of the shoe box. I didn’t want to give up, but didn’t have much choice.
    Ok, I didn’t mean for all that to happen, its not like I hate Wal-Mart…until now. Why are they pressing charges for no reason! And when you hear their side of the story, don’t believe it.

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    His Side

    That woman was a maniac, she seemed jumpy from the start. I was having a very bad day and was trying to seem happy. I was a little mopey when she came in and wasn’t very enthusiastic, “ welcome to Wal-Mart, how may I help you today?” she seems startled when I said this, something was fishy, I decided to investigate. I followed her to the deodorant isle. (very suspicious) she kept looking each way, when she spotted me, she then began to act normal. I approached her and she looked like she was majorly bummed out that I was there. Again, suspicious. I wanted to stay with her at all costs, “ ma’am I believe I can help you find the best arm deodorant.” she seemed hooked and that was a good sign, so I continued showing her all the deodorants and their prices, hoping that they would detour her from shoplifting. She asked me to leave, and I just laughed lightly. I told her I am the best of the best at this job, and kept going. She grew angry. (I was right, she DID want to shoplift, but you cant with a sales person right next to you!) she pushed all the deodorant off the shelf! I was sure now. I ran off to get the security. When I returned she reached her hand in her purse. Her purse strap broke and there . . . in her hand . . . was spray on deodorant! She dropped it and ran. As we all jumbled after her, she tripped over a shoe, trying to steal that to! Then she stopped, and we took her here, where I am telling this story. NOW who are you going to believe?

    Who are you going to believe?