Bad Day by Viking A woman's bad day concludes with a beating by a teenage girl Without question the worst day of my life occurred last summer. It was by far the most embarrassing experience I've ever been involved with. What made this incident particularly painful is that I was completely humbled by a teenage girl. My name is Tiffany Hunter. I'm 27-years old and I work as a secretary at a high-status accounting firm. My weekend from hell started when I went to visit my old college friend, Rachel, who was soon getting married. She had invited me to her bachelorette party. I hadn't seen Rachel in a long time because we lived so far apart so I was very excited to get together with her. In college we had become close friends when we were in the same sorority. The party was on a Saturday night, so my plan was to drive to Rachel's that day. I would spend the night at Rachel's and then leave on Sunday. The first mistake I made, in a weekend filled with plenty, was leaving to Rachel's too late in the day. I had dragged my feet that morning getting prepared to go causing me to rush frantically before I left my house. Since we were planning on going out to the bachelorette party once I arrived I had on what I was going wear that night. I put on a white sleeveless button blouse with large collars that I wore outside my cropped short black leather coat. I also had on a matching black leather mini-skirt, dark nylons, black boots that went up to just below my knees. I admired myself in the mirror, as I looked pretty hot in my rock star look. I'm not conceited but many guys have told me that I'm an attractive woman. I have long, thick, wavy auburn colored hair, dark brown eyes, and a cute face. I'm tall at 5-10 (I use to play basketball in college) and with the boots I was wearing I was over 6-feet. I've always been a big boned girl, as I would now describe myself as thick. Unfortunately I don't have the discipline to work out as much as I should as I weigh around 170-pounds. Although I hate to admit it, I do carry some extra weight, as I'm a little heavy. Although I'm not crazy about my weight, one area I'm pleased about with my body is my breasts. I've always received a lot of attention and admiring looks from men because of my large boobs, which are 34-D's. Being a big woman and because of my large boobs, I've often been described as voluptuous. By the time I was finally ready to go it was getting late in the afternoon so I quickly hurried out the door. I had a long four and half hour trip ahead of me. About an hour into my drive I cringed when I realized that in my hurry to leave I had forgotten to bring my overnight bag. I had been in such a rush that I had left it by the door of my house and had forgotten to bring it into my car when I left. I had gone too far and I was too late to turn around to get it. I couldn't believe I was so forgetful. I was pissed at myself because now I didn't have a change of clothes and I would have to wear what I was wearing now the next day as well. I was supposed to meet Rachel at 5:30 at her house and then we were going to get together with the rest of her friends at a restaurant at 7:30. Well, because I was so late, I didn't arrive until around 6:45. It was great to see her again but I was disappointed because I had been so late that we didn't have too much time to talk and catch up on each other's lives. My trip continued to go down hill once we got to the restaurant to meet her friends to begin the bachelorette party. I didn't know any of them so I felt isolated from the group and because Rachel was the center of attention I very seldom got an opportunity to talk to her because everybody wanted to speak to her. After dinner we spent the rest of Rachel's bachelorette party going around town from nightclub to nightclub. Early into our bar hopping I started feeling sorry for myself because I wasn't having a good time and made the mistake of drinking pretty hard. At first I did several shots of tequila and then I started mixing other hard drinks. At first it was fun. I was pretty buzzed and I was having a good time dancing and getting wild. But as the night progressed I started to feel the affects of all the drinks I had as I really started to feel smashed. I don't remember too much after midnight because I was struggling to walk and I was slurring my words ridiculously. I capped off my horrible night by getting sick in the bathroom at a club we were at and throwing up several times. I literally had to be carried out of the place. I must have been a pathetic site, as I had to put my arms over the shoulders of a pair of bouncers who helped take me to the car that was taking me home. The next day I woke up and I had absolutely no idea where I was. I panicked for several moments until I realized I was on a couch at Rachel's house. I felt horrible. My head was pounding from a nasty hangover and I was totally embarrassed about getting so drunk. Thank God Rachel wasn't upset at me for my actions. She teased me quite a bit as she recapped me on how I acted as I cringed at how foolish I must have looked. We were talking for a while when I realized that it was almost 3:00 in the afternoon and that I would have to be going soon. I wanted to stay and spend more time with Rachel but there was no way I could miss work the next day. I was not at all looking forward to my long trip back. Well just when I thought my weekend couldn't get any worse I realized as I was preparing to go that I couldn't find my purse. I began to panic, as I feared I might have left it at some club in my drunken state. Rachel assured me that she had brought my purse with her when they took me to the car to take me home. Rachel then realized that she had left my purse in the car of her girlfriend who had driven us home. Luckily we were able to get a hold of her friend by reaching her on her cell phone. I was incredibly relieved when we found out she had found my purse in the back seat of her car. The only problem was the girl was out of town with her boyfriend and wouldn't be coming back until later that night. Unfortunately I didn't have time to wait for her to get back because I didn't want to leave so late, having to work the next day. Rachel and I decided that she would get my purse the next day and then FedEx it to me. Luckily I still had the keys to my car or it would have been really a problem. Before I left I apologized profusely to Rachel for all the trouble I had caused and then started my long trip back. So here I was, with an awful hangover, tired, no purse, wearing the same clothes I had worn the day before and a four and a half hour trip ahead of me. I figured things couldn't get any worse. Well I was wrong. About two hours into my trip back home my gaslight on my dashboard came on warning me I was getting low on gas. At first I didn't think anything of it until I realized I didn't have my wallet in my purse to buy any gas. I began to panic until I checked a pocket on my leather coat and discovered a wrinkled ten-dollar bill. Thank God, I thought to myself, as that would work to get me enough gas to get home.  I turned off on the next exit and pulled into this gas station/convenient store on the outskirt of some small rural town. Little did I know what lay ahead of me. I put in ten-dollars of gas and then went in to pay. I felt dirty and gross from not showering before I left Rachel's so I wanted to clean up a little in the bathroom. So before I paid for the gas I asked a young teenage girl who was working behind the cash register where the restroom was located. It must not have gotten to busy on Sundays as I interrupted the girl, who was doing some school work behind the counter. In fact I think we were the only two people in the store. The teenage girl politely told me the women's bathroom was located near the far corner of the store. As I went towards it I began to get extremely hungry as I walked past all the candy and snacks in the aisles. I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten anything all day.  I washed my face in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. As hot as I thought I looked the night before, I now looked like a cheap tramp. I usually wear my hair a little tousled but now it just looked disheveled and wild. The make-up I had applied the night before was now fading and with my terrible hangover gave me a very weary look. Plus I stunk like a bar. I couldn't wait to get home and shower and change my clothes.  I was really feeling light headed from an empty stomach and the hangover. Oh how I wished had some more money to buy something to eat. All of a sudden I got the impulsive idea to swipe a couple candy bars on the way out. I have to point out this was totally out of character for me. I'm not a thief, in fact I consider myself to be a very honest person, but I rationalized at the time that some food would make me feel a lot better. I figured it wouldn't be that hard to do since no one was in the store and I could just grab something and leave. They would never notice. I took off my leather coat and hung it over my left arm as I walked out of the bathroom. I looked around and didn't see anyone as I walked down an aisle of candy. I nonchalantly snatched a handful of candy bars and put them in my pocket in my coat. I wasn't proud of myself but I thought this was an extreme situation that I would never be in again. I strolled up to where the girl was behind the counter. She was a pretty petite little girl. She must have been only 5-4 and weighed around 110-pounds. The little girl had shoulder length brown hair with several blonde streaks in it, blue eyes, and a friendly, warm face. She was wearing just a simple white halter-top and blue jeans. The girl smiled at me and said "ten dollars for the gas". I quickly handed her my ten dollar bill and was turning towards the door, when she continued talking, " ... And I would guess about 4-dollars for the candy in your coat pocket". I froze in panic, as I couldn't believe it ... she had seen me take the candy. I became flustered, as I didn't know what to do. The little girl now had her arms crossed and said to me slowly and sternly, "Excuse me, you're going to have to pay for those candy bars". Foolishly, I denied her accusation. "I don't know what you're talking about" I said trying to sound offended that she would even accuse me. Quickly I began to move to the door hoping to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. I clutched my jacket tightly with my right arm, trying to hide the candy bars in my coat pocket. I was about 15-feet away from the door when I was grabbed hard around my left wrist and spun around. The little teenage had an incredibly strong grip of my wrist as she positioned me right in front of her. I didn't realize before but her arms were very muscular and well defined. I towered over her as I was almost 7-8 inches taller and I must have outweighed her by 60-pounds, but she showed no fear as she held my thick wrist tightly. I knew by looking at her icy stare that the little girl meant business and was not at all concerned about our size differences. I tried jerking my left arm several times trying to get her to release my wrist from her strong grip but it had little effect as she had a solid grasp with her right hand. I was beginning to get very nervous of what was happening and I could even hear the trepidation in my voice as I whined, "C'mon, let me go". The teenage cashier just squeezed tighter making my wrist throb. She said, "You shoplifters make me sick. My family owns this store and you think you can just take advantage of honest, hard working people". She then looked at me with a cold hard expression and said, "Like your fat ass needs any candy", as she poked hard with her left index finger into my stomach. Her poke caught me off guard as it stung going into my soft unprotected tummy. Forgetting that I was hiding the candy in my coat, I brought down my right arm to cover up where she had struck me. As I did my coat slipped out of my arm causing the candy bars to spill onto the floor along with my black leather coat. "Yah, you didn't take anything," the girl said sarcastically as she released her grip of my wrist. "That's enough evidence for me, I'm calling the cops!" she angrily said as she headed towards a wall phone near the cash register. I couldn't believe this was happening. What had I done? Now the cops were going to get involved and I could get a record for foolishly taking some candy bars in some hick town. I had to do something. I had to explain to this girl everything about what had happened, my night before, and my terrible trip. My boots clicked across the floor of the store as I raced after the girl. I would just get her attention and explain, she would surely understand. I grabbed the girl from behind by placing my hands above her elbows. I said, "Wait, listen ... " That was all I could get out. The petite girl was on the defensive because as soon as I touched her from behind she fired her right elbow hard into my gut.  I would have explained that I wasn't trying to hurt her but just wanted to give an explanation to my actions but the blow had completely knocked the air out me and I couldn't talk. I was bent over trying to suck air back into my lungs when the girl grabbed my right wrist. In one fluid motion with little effort she flipped me over her back.  My large frame tumbled over and crashed hard on the solid cement floor. My back took the brunt of the fall as sharp jolts of pain seized my backside. I rocked back and forth on the floor, my back throbbing. I was in extreme pain and in shock that this little girl had tossed me like a rag doll. I was still groggy lying on my back from being tossed when a piercing pain came from the top of my head. I was hurting terribly as I realized the girl was raising me off the floor by my hair. The little girl had both her hands clenched deep into my thick hair and was pulling my head up off the floor. She forced me to scramble awkwardly back to my feet. She clasped my hair from behind so just as I was able to get to my feet she twisted my head around so I faced her. However the girl kept me off balance as she pulled down on my hair so I was forced to bend over. She suddenly yanked hard on my hair sending my head almost on fire. I screamed in agony as she her released her grip and I was able to stand up. As I grabbed the top of my aching head I saw what she had done. The little girl held in a pair of clenched fists several locks of my hair that she had just pulled out. I screamed in rage because of the pain of my hair being yanked out. I was furious. I was mad at this terrible little girl and this horrible mess I had gotten into. I lunged after the girl wanting to kill her for pulling my hair out and throwing me around. The little girl calmly dodged to her right, grabbed my blouse and flung me towards the floor. My blouse tore wide open as she easily hurled me face first to the ground. The impact hitting the floor was brutal. My unprotected knees slammed hard into the cement floor first and I was slow getting my hands down to break my fall, as my chin collided with the ground as well. Laying on the floor I felt the cold cement against the flesh of my stomach as my ripped blouse now just barely hung over my shoulders. The little girl immediately pounced on my back after I fell. It took her just seconds to lock her legs around my stomach and then throw her right arm across my throat while her left hand grabbed her right forearm, giving her a tight unbreakable hold. The little girl then began squeezing me hard with her legs and arms. I struggled briefly trying to pry the little girl off me but her hold was incredibly tight. Her hold around my neck immediately caused me to struggle breathing. I was panicking. I flailed my arms and legs as I desperately tried for her to release me. I thought that she was going to choke me to death and was just on the brink of beginning to black out when she let go. I curled up in a fetus position on the floor, coughing and wheezing. To weak to resist, the teenage girl then pushed me on my back. She then straddled herself across my chest and pinned my arms to the floor with her knees. Once I got some of my breath back, I furiously tried several times to buck the girl off me. I exhausted all my remaining energy trying remove the girl but to no avail. I felt helpless as she had me hopelessly pinned. We contrasted each other's appearance. I was breathing hard and sweating profusely. My whole body was aching, particularly where she had pulled my hair. My blouse was shredded and my black stockings were torn in several areas. Meanwhile the teenager looked like she hadn't broken a sweat as she confidently sat straddled across the upper half of my body.    "Please, just let me go", I begged. "I'm SO sorry, I've never stolen anything before and I never will again, please just let me go", I pleaded. The little girl looked at me coolly and said "I gave you one chance already and you blew it. Now roll over fat ass". She punctuated with what she said with a stinging slap across my unprotected face. After she got off me I submissively rolled on to my stomach. Just doing that was a chore as I was so sore from the beating she had inflicted on me. I heard the girl say to herself, "this should work", as she ripped open a bag. A discarded plastic bag for nylon rope to use for clothesline fell to the floor next me. I began crying big wet tears as the girl then pulled my arms behind my back and began tying my wrists together with rope. The cute little girl offered me no sympathy as she said, "maybe next time your fat ass will think twice before stealing". I offered very little resistance as she tightly bound me. I felt so humiliated. Here was this tiny girl half my size who had just kicked my ass now tying me up. I thought she was done after tying my hands behind my back but she then continued by tying my boots together at the ankles. She finished by connecting the rope from my ankles to my wrists and putting me in a tight hog-tie. I whimpered in frustration and pain as I struggled in my uncomfortable position. "Now don't go anywhere, I'm going to call the cops", the little girl sarcastically said to me. I remained painfully tied up for about ten-minutes until the police arrived. I must have been a sight for the policewoman who came through the door.  Here was this petite high school girl standing over a woman twice her size, hog-tied on the floor of the store. The little girl rested her right foot on my butt, like some safari hunter posing above her kill. The policewoman, a stocky redhead in her mid thirties, looked at me and then at the girl and said, "This might be the most interesting way I've seen someone handle a shoplifter". After I was released from being hog-tied I tried to explain to the cop everything that had taken place to me, hoping to get some compassion and maybe just a warning for the shoplifting. The cop quickly interrupted my story and asked me if I had tried to steal the candy and I said yes. The policewoman then said that's all she needed to know and placed me under arrest. I was further humbled as I was then frisked, handcuffed behind my back and paraded out the store as the little girl held the door open for the cop. The girl grinned as she held the door and said, "Thanks for shopping with us, please come again".