Indulging in the Pleasures of Everyday Sadism ⋆ Stefan Diamante

It was on a nasty cold and gray weekday afternoon in late 2009 when I stopped by Lowe’s for some home improvement products. Needing to take a piss on arrival, I headed for the restrooms at the rear of the store. Strutting through this big box retail hellscape with my usual big dick energy. Head held high. As if I owned the place. Maybe that’s why. halfway to the head, some slack-jawed yokel asked me if I was, “Workin’ or hardly workin’?” (his entire statement). Or perhaps he was just all methed up. I ignored his rudeness and stayed the course. After taking care of business, I exited the men’s room and found myself surrounded by approximately a dozen twentysomething male employees.

At the center of this high school bullshit was the on-duty assistant store manager who introduced himself as Rodney. A fat fuck who clearly envisioned himself as much more. The sort of bench-and-curl moron fueled by Taco Bell and Natural Light that infest gyms everywhere. He was bigger than me but no match for my lean, muscular, and steroid-fueled physique at the time. Nor would he have been a match for my current lean, muscular, and natural physique. And he was certainly no match for my fearless and confrontational psyche. Anyway, blubber boy proceeded to lecture me on being rude to customers. After I reminded his dumb fucking ass that I was also a customer, he ignored this fact to inform me that it had been my responsibility to assist this customer in locating a store associate to help him. The whole thing packed the putrid stench of a setup. I’d dropped by a couple of times before in the prior few weeks, so I was surely on Rodney’s radar. Already under his skin. He was ready for me today. Immediately rounding up every young man on the clock. He was going to prove to them that he was cock of the walk. That he would pull this shit and I would submit in front of everyone. Because he was the man.

But he was so fucking wrong.