What Happened Next? Buckle Up, Y’all…

I walked inside — not storming in like a discount reality star, just calmly, confused, and Southern polite — and asked:

“Hey, I think I was overcharged. I used my debit card, but it looks like I was charged the credit card price?”

Now let me be clear right here and now:
I’m not a Karen.
But I am a crazy Southern woman — raised with a mean-ass brother and a mama who taught me real quick that if someone raises their voice at you, they better have a reason. And this man? He had none.

Instead, he looked me dead in the face and snapped:

“It’s not my problem. If you don’t like it—get out of my store.”

Then he raised his voice — louder this time — like I was the problem:

“GET OUT OF MY STORE NOW!”

Let. This. Be. Known.
As a Southern woman, this will NOT go without reason.
I’m gonna do what we Southern women do best:

Raise hell. With receipts.

And Lord, I hate to do it, I really do — but I gotta say it straight:

This motherfucker raised his voice at me.
And ohhh hell no.
F* that.**

He didn’t even try to explain the charge. He didn’t ask what happened. He just acted like I was some rich, clueless woman who should shut up and swipe again.

No sir.

He found the wrong one.
I’m not rich.
I’m not clueless.
I work hard for my money — blood, sweat, and taxes.

And yes, if needed…

I will fight a man over principle. 

(Not physically, y’all… unless he swings first, in which case: we goin’ full Waffle House scramble-fest and I’m not apologizing.) 

Let me know if you want me to put that quote on a bold graphic like:

“I work hard for my money. I’m not rich. But I will fight a man if I have to — verbally, legally, or with a frying pan, depending on the tone.”
— A.L. Childers

The Shell station on Wilkinson blvd near the Bojangles is hoodwinking people with their money!