Grahams Guide to Store Chaos

Embarrassment is my Worst Battle Scar

   Have you ever ever done something so embarrassing you wish you could bend down, dig a small hole, crawl in, and wait for the inevitable death. Well I have on multiple occasions, and I can tell you this was about 15.94 times worse. And if you're thinking, 'Oh it's not that bad' then think again. 

  "I am so sorry!" I squeaked, my eyes wide.

   He peeked out behind his arms to see what I was doing. He slowly lowered his arms, still cautious that I may start attacking him again. 

   "What?" He said confused.

   "Im sorry I attacked you, I didn't know you worked here." I said again.

   "So if I was some random joe just walking around its ok to attack me? What the hell is wrong with you!!!" He exclaimed his face getting red.

   "NONONO thats not what i'm saying!" I yelled, my face also turning a shade red."I was just- I just thought -umm-"

   "-what? Spit it out."

   "I just thought you were a robber -or like a psycho murderer or something!" I stuttered out. He stood there for a moment, silent, the sound of thunder seeming small under our conversation.

   "Gee, thanks." He said dry and sarcastic. We stood there for another moment silent, I wasn't sure what to say."Now leave." he said. 

   "What?" I asked confused. I had just attacked this dude and he didn't want to kill me or something. I once punched some girl out because she was being rude to me, yet he didn't even ask for an apology. "You want me to leave? but-"

   "I've had a long day." He growled out. "Some child threw up in isle 4, someone clogged up 2 toilets, i've been non stop working for the last 8 hours, and to top it off some crazy chick just tried to kill me. I would like to be alone right now." He said, turned, and slumped away.

   I had a metal debate in my head real quick. He wanted to be alone but I couldn't leave until I made him feel better so I trailed behind him as he walked away.

   "Why are you following me? I'm pretty sure the exit is in the other direction." He said unsure, like I was going to start attacking him again.

   "I really am sorry, and I have to make it up to you." I said, trying to sound convincing.

    "And how do you plan to do that?" He said as he spun around to face me. I looked up at his face as he towered over me. He was on the tall side and he loomed over my medium heighten figure. I stared at his face closely. He had a cut on his cheek and a busted lip that probably matched mine. You could see bruises already forming and he was slightly wincing.

   "Im going to nurse you back to heath." I stated.

    "What?" He asked confused. Wow this guy was dense. Nursing someone back to health is an easy concept for most people to understand.

   "Come on." I said. I grabbed his wrist lightly, to make sure I wasn't hurting him, and tugged him behind me as I headed to the medicine isle that was next to the beauty isles. I let go of his wrists as I scanned the shelf through the dim lighting.

   Lucky for him I was one of those kids that was scrapped up a lot so I knew all the medicine that was best for this situation (Although I had never been attacked by a crazy lady with a plastic bat.). I grabbed some cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, ibuprofen, bandaids, and some bruising cream.

   I then pulled him along again to a bench nearby and made him sit down under a stronger light.

   "You can't open that stuff without buying it first." He said to me as I got everything ready.

   "I think it'll be fine." I said back.

   "I'll get in trouble with my boss, don't open it." 

   "This is an emergency, I think he'll understand."

   "but-"

   "Ugh fine, i'll pay for it later!" I said to shut him up. First I gave him some ibuprofen so the pain will subside. I had trouble getting him to take it because he said he needed some water to go with it. I joked that the blood in his mouth would wash it down nicely and he just took them dry instead of trying to argue. I then used hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls to dab his cuts that were on his body and one or two on his arms. He winced every time the chemicals touched his cuts and I didn't blame him; That stuff stings the worst. 

   After applying an excessive amount of bandaids I moved to applying the bruising cream. When I leaned in close to his face to dab at the bruise I didn't notice him leaning back at first. He stared at my face that was only a few inches away and my eye brows furrowed as I focused on applying the cream. I leaned back and bent down to apply the rest to his shin.

   "Almost done!" I exclaimed happily.He stayed quiet.

   Once I was done I twisted the cap back onto the bottle of everything and shoved it into a pile still on the floor. I wiped my hands onto my jeans I an attempt to clean them off a bit and sat down on the bench next to him.

   "So...." I trailed off.

   "So..." he said after.

   'Well this is awkward' I thought to myself. But what are you suppose to say to someone you mistakenly attacked?

   After a minute of silence he finally spoke.

   "Is that your blood or mine?" He finally said glancing down at my blood stained shirt.

   "It's yours." I said, only glancing at the red all over my right side.

   "Mmmmm....I don't think so. I wasn't bleeding that much." He said, concern laced into his voice. I looked down again and finally realized that it was in fact too much blood to come from him. 'Waaaa?' I lifted up the right side of my shirt to reveal a large gash ,about 3-4 inches, but it didn't appear to be very deep. It ran horizontal about half a foot above my hip.

   I gasped in surprise. I hadn't felt myself been cut and even now it was only a dull pain. 

   "You must've cut yourself when you flew into that shelf." He said to me and I nodded my head in agreement. Still holding my shirt up with one hand my other hand reached to touch it ,which was a really bad idea.

   "GAHAAAA!" I yelped when my hand touched the large cut. 

   "bad idea bad idea bad idea..."I muttered to myself as my eyes were clenched closed. "Can you clean it up for me?" I asked, turning towards him.

   "HUH? Me?" He straightened his back, like someone had shocked him, and pointed his hand at himself.

   What a stupid question. I gave him a blank stare then turned to look around the store as if searching for someone else. After giving a sarcastic look around I turned back to him with another look.

   "Who else would I be talking too?" I said to him.