Squeeze, squeeze, SQUEEZE!!!

I left the workplace feeling tired and drained on a Saturday afternoon. My hair's a mess, my uniform all crumpled, and my left stocking had a long "run" from the thigh down to leg at the back. It sucks and i have to drop by the shopping center to get a new pair to replace the new one i just ruined moving back up that darned steel table. Whatever. It's just a few minutes away from relaxing at home. I can get through this.

Walking (almost tumbling) down the steps, leaving the work week behind, I undo my hair bun and chuck eyeglasses, nameplate and cap in my backpack and head for the department store. Oh goody! There's not too many people at this hour and i can go and pick the item and head back home. Peaceful weekend, come to momma!

Ladies garments. Second floor. Right. I step up the escalator and begin to reach behind the bag for my wallet. I heard cluttering and looked behind me, i was leaving a trail of my stuff on the escalator. I quickly move back down, which is a very hard thing to do when thing's moving upward. Picking up my uniform, blood splattered stockings, eyeglasses, nameplate, cap, hairbrush and clips. Crap if this gets stuck in the moving stairs, i'd be in trouble. I hate causing a commotion and in public too. Chit, chit, chit!!!

I succeeded in getting all the stuff and i step off at the second floor. Carelessly putting everything in the bag while moving to the side so i won't block the people coming up. The nameplate slipped by my sweaty fingers and i hurriedly picked it up. And what happened? I felt a squeeze on my butt! Along with some voice saying "Hey miss, you're in the way" As i turned upright to face the offender, his friend's hand grazed my right boob (could've been accidental) but it lingered a second!

I faced two young men grinning their faces off and my things went flying in the air as i slapped both at the same time with both hands and the bag screaming "F*********CK!" which maybe sounded more like a kung fu war cry. They were shocked and didn't fight back (thank goodness), but i kept at them until i noticed a few people gathering. The two men kept saying sorry over and over and soon a guard arrived and took the two pervs each by the arm. Guard asked if i want to file a complaint, i said "no, just list them up or whatever, i just wanna go home".

Mental note: I have to use another bag and get the new set of stockings tomorrow.