So it was bound to happen, but I finally got assaulted at work.
Backstory being and posted already: I'm a delivery driver for a local food chain. Section 8 bullshit has taken its toll here over the last decade or so.
The lady in question is a pregnant mother of three, of caucasian descent with black father(s). I've been to her third-floor apartment several times before this. She was already on a bullshit 'watch' list because of an incident that happened a few months back. She didnt receive her sandwich in a timely fashion and proceeded to call the store 40+ times in the span of an hour, screaming incoherently every time someone picked up the phone. Now, the store manager tried to get her put on the 'do not deliver' list because of this, but corporate being corporate they said no.
Cut to me arriving to this lady's house. She's ordered her usual, a thanksgiving sandwich. She opens the door with 10 dollars in her hand. The sandwich costs 12.00 with delivery charges. She starts in immediately.
"My boyfriend only left me 10 dollars this is bullshit the motherfucker on the phone said it was only 8 dollars"
"Would you like to call the store?"
"Yeah fucking you gonna jew me on two bucks etc etc etc"
"Maybe you can work it out with the manager."
It's a busy Friday, so she gets put on hold. While on hold she continues bitching. Her eldest child, about 7 or 8, walks out into the room and says..something. I'm not sure what. This is when she starts screaming. Calls him a dumb motherfucker. I put my head down and I'm busy with the youngest kid. Maybe 2 years old, been there the entire time, has exited the apartment and is standing next to me. This woman actually says to her child, 'This is why ESS gets called.' I hear this lady hit the eldest so fucking hard it sounds like someone taking a tenderizer mallet to his face.
Naturally, he starts screaming crying. There's scuffling noises and a slam, which I can only assume is her dragging the kid into his room. She comes back at me foaming at the mouth. She wants me to take only ten dollars. I explain that whatever she doesn't give me comes directly out of my pocket.
She walks out, to the toddler who has now taken to fucking hiding behind me. She grabs it by both arms and drags it into the house and drops it facefirst onto the floor.
"Okay," says I. "Just give me the money." She slaps 10 dollars in my hand, calls me a jew cunt, and slams the door in my face.
Now it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I was mad. I don't have a problem with corporal punishment. I have a problem with dumbfuck fat gutter rats abusing their children infront of me. So, while going down the stairs, I unwisely yell up at the door that I'm calling the cops.
Door opens. "FUCK YOU JUST SAY, BITCH?"
She runs down three flights of stairs and intercepts me before the door, shoving me into the corner. She does what I can only assume is something she learned in correctional by bringing her nose right to mine and screaming. Spit, all over my face. I keep reaching for the door knob and she keeps grabbing my wrist or shoving me back. I don't even remember what she was shouting. Too damn disgusted that she was spitting on me, getting her face so close to mine I could practically smell the last black cock she had shoved down her throat. But it's mentioned that she knows where I work and that she'll find out where I live. I spend a little while pinned to the wall. Not scared, not frightened, just wishing I could stomp on her stomach until the paycheck she's got inside her is all over the fucking floor. Not a good feeling.
She let me go eventually, once she figured out I wasn't going to hit her and I wasn't going to do anything to make me at fault. I call the store. Wouldn't you know it, the district manager is at our store doing check-ups and nabs the phone from my boss soon as he gets wind shit is going down.
I go back to the store, go in the bathroom with the door open to wash my face. District stands there, runs through some basic platitudes, then goes: "So you're not going to call the cops, right?" Hell, at that point I say no. Because what's the fucking point, right?
Phone's been ringing since I got back. Incoherent screaming on the line. Manager comes in, district manager leaves, and apparently takes the call that's on hold.
It was slightly bad timing on his part. I walk into the room and he's on the phone and has adopted the most sickly, saccharine, talking-to-a-screaming-child voice you can imagine. "No, no, she's not going to call the cops," he's saying to this hysterical fuckcunt on the phone.
I demand to be cashed out so I can drive to the police station.
Long story short, only thing I got out of it was an anonymous phone tip dropped to DCF for an open case, at the suggestion of a cop.
