I was talking to my ex gf, reminiscing because we chat sometimes and obviously today she was lonely or something because she called me twice about nonsense and I'm like what's up so her friend's kid yada yada and she wants me to intimidate some coach because he was a jerk to her friend's son. Bear the goon for hire. So I 1uped that and called the manager. I spoke to him about the situation and he resolved to improve the situation or give them them money back. That's all we can do there. So next week I'll be there watching the coach and see what happens.

This reminded me of a time when love was in the air and a Bear's mind turns to fancy a young tough girl and we did things together, even returning a car battery at Napa.

So I bought this battery and the car batteries here come in two flavors, new and refurbished. You can't tell the difference except the refurbished ones obviously suck. I was a mechanic, I know. So I buy the Napa battery "it's new" they say, bullshit but ok, "can I return it?" Because you know within a couple weeks if it's garbage. He says, "you can return or exchange within 30 days no questions asked." Great.

Fast forward two weeks, yeah this battery is garbage. So I intentionally didn't bring in a core, and I come back to return it with gf. The cashier sayd she can't. It needs to be tested and held overnight. Fuck no. I say no blah blah she says gfys in a nice way. I say "lemme speak to yo manager boo" and she gets Mr. Potato Head. He says we can't return it. I tell him the yada yada and he says no overnight gfys again. So Bear step back and Bae steps up. She rips into him like a good little Karen and he's not budging. Then she hits critical and he starts looking back at me like, "control yo bitch" and I'm like, " you asked fo this sucka." He starts to whittle down but holds out and then he says it, "you need to leave."

At that point he knew, he fucked up. All hell broke loose, she starts screaming "RAT THERE'S A RAT" and the store clears out. People walking in turn right around and walk out. Dude folds and tells the cashier to refund. Cashier still doesn't know how. Dude says, "just give them cash." Bae steps back, Bear steps up, "here's my receipt, kind sir, and you will do well to make it snappy my good man".

Cash exchanges, battery left at the counter, no one gets hurt.

Oh how I love that story.

We were such a team, everyone always looks at the hulking brute as being the one to be wary of but the 5'3 110lb little woman is the real monster and they never ever see it coming. She wasn't just a yapping bitch either, if that dude hadn't folded, he would have been bum rushed by her and believe me I would be witness to "he attacked her" forget the cashier, it's two against one because she has a vested interest to side with her manager and the police know it.

And if you think she screamed RAT because she's crazy, no, she's smart as fuck, what she knew was, it's about to get real, so evaluate the witnesses, Mr. Potato Head was in real danger. Remember, she was the alpha of a pack of hardened ghetto thugs. I mean they weren't a gang, but they were as close to a gang as you can be without gang banging.