All I was thinking about at that exact moment, was that this moment would have looked sick in slow motion. Ah, well.
I lunged for her. and pinned her to the ground. I grabbed a lock of that platinum blond hair. I tugged hard on it and smiled in victory as a chuck of her hair was in my hand.
She screamed.
"MY HAIR!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! IT'S A BLOODY PEN!!"
"BITCH, IT'S MY PEN. UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO PULL OUT MORE OF YOUR FAKE EXTENSIONS, APOLOGISE!!" I yelled back as she continued to struggle.
"I'M SORRY!!" She screamed at my face.
"Not at me, you spaz, at the pen!!" I retorted.
She looked at me as if I was bloody crazy.
" I AM NOT APOLOGISING TO A EFFING PEN, YOU NUTBAG!!" she shrieked at me.
I twisted her and shoved her head towards the ground.
She screamed in pain.
"APOLOGISE!"
"I-I-I I'M-" she was sobbing hysterically.
"Stop being such a pansy!" I yelled.
She deserved this.
"I'M SORRY PEN!" SHE BURST OUT.
"WHAT IN GODS NAME IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????????" Someone bellowed, before I was yanked off of the shrieking blond.
"GET OUT OF MY STORE! YOU ARE BANNED!!" It was a fat security man and he was as red as red as a tomato.
"Yeah, get out out of here, blondie!" I smugly replied to the girl.
"NOT HER, YOU!!!" Fat man pointed to me.
"WHAT THE FUDGESICKLES DID I DO, YOU OVER SIZED OOMPA LOOMPA!" I replied incredulously.
Was this man on crack? What the hell did I do? Apart from knocking a girl to the ground, yanking out her hair, calling the security a oompa loompa... I mean pssht, I didn't do shit. Ish.
"5 SECONDS OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!!" she roared.
That was my cue to leave. I picked up my parker pen S110 and legged it.
And I never looked back.