i don’t know what it is with old guys shopping
at walmart, but for some reason they’re
always trying to kidnap teenage girls and
that’s pretty much what happened to me.
hello guys, gals, gays, and theys! my name's
omnia and welcome to my channel where i talk
about how i was stalked by a walmart guy!
so this story begins october 25th, 2019. how
do i know the exact date, you might ask? well,
because i was being a dumb college student
and i vlogged my entire day on my private
snapchat story. don’t worry, i’ll be sure
to include the videos and photos i took throughout this video.
anyways, it was a friday, and i remember that because i used to go to the gym with my
best friend, we’re going to
call her mar for the purpose of the story,
on friday's and tuesday's.
last semester, i was a lucky butt and had
one class at 1 PM on friday's, so i would
wake up around noon and leave the house by
12:30ish to get to class on time. it was amazing
not having to get up at 7 to attend an 8 am.
oh and, by the way, here’s a stupid selfie
of me before leaving my apartment to get to
class.
cool. so after class was over, i went to paint
a pumpkin cuz it was spooky season. i ended
up naming her pucornia or some shit.
after painting pucornia, i either got lunch
or did some work in the library or went home,
i’m not really sure because the next snap
i post is me complaining at like 4 pm from
my room that i have to go to the gym even
though i want to take a nap. true omnia fashion
honestly.
the next thing you know, i post about how
mar and i are sweating at the gym together
at 7 pm. i’m not really sure how long we
were there before i took this snap, but i’m
assuming we were there for at least half an
hour.
after we were done busting our asses at the
gym, mar suggests that we should go grocery
shopping because she needs food for her apartment
and she will die if she doesn’t get groceries
a$ap rocky.
so mar and i drive to our local walmart, which
is a 10 minute commute from the gym. let’s
put this in perspective: two sweaty, gross,
slimy young women head to walmart after a
good workout at 8 pm. my hair’s a mess,
my workout outfit is pretty depressing to
say the least, and we’re walking in from
the parking lot ready to snatch some frozen
vegetables and ramen.
this guy, somewhere between the ages of 40
and 50, walked in in front of us and he was
attempting to get a cart for himself. we’re
waiting kindly and patiently for him to get
his cart and be on his way. bUT NO. he notices
us, smiles, and hands us the cart he was getting
for himself. we’re surprised but accept
it and thank him. he just seemed like a friendly
middle-aged guy getting groceries for his
wife and kids after a long day at work. i
don’t know, i’m just making assumptions,
but he just doesn’t seem malicious by any
means.
this next snap is taken at 8:38 pm. mar and
i are gradually filling up the cart and it's
great, things are going as planned, we’re
gonna be heading home by 9 pm, life’s great.
we’re chatting, she’s getting her groceries,
i’m pushing the cart, looking at al l the
things i can’t afford, and then mar asks:
“hey, i can’t seem to find any craisins but i’m sure there’s some here. do you mind looking for them while i stay on this side of the store with the cart?
once you find them, i'll probably be done shopping and we can check out and leave."
which, that obviously didn’t seem like a
problem to me. it’ll save us time if i looked
for one thing and she finished the rest of
her shopping so we could leave faster. i mean,
it’s a friday night, only goons like us
would be shopping at walmart, unshowered after
hitting the gym?? i wanted to go home and
make some tea and sleep in.
so i say okay and i’m going up and down
the aisles looking for some craisins. which,
by the way, if you don’t know what craisins
are, they’re like cranberry raisins… if
you hate raisins, same, but craisins are amazing,
s tier level, so much better than any raisin
i’ve ever eaten and i fully stan anyone
who loves craisins, they’re great.
so, okay, i’m looking for craisins in all
the aisles and i see the same guy who gave
us his cart at the front of the store. i smile
at him because i’m generally a nice person
and i keep looking for those gosh darn craisins.
i don’t find them in the dried goods aisle,
i don’t find them where the raisins are,
it’s a whole mess. so i turn around and
i walk back up the aisles and i see that same
guy AGAIN. i smile, more embarrassingly this
time, and i’m walking past him and he suddenly
says, “hi, are you looking for something
that you can’t find?” and again, i’m
not sensing any creepy vibes off of him, he
just seems like a friendly local guy trying
to get a distressed teenager to find some
freaking craisins. nothing wrong with that…
or so i thought.
i said yeah and i’m looking for craisins
but i can’t find them. he didn’t know
what they were so i had to explain to him
that they were dried cranberries like dried
grapes are raisins it was a whole ordeal.
so then he suggests the dried goods aisle,
i tell him i’ve already checked there and
i can’t find them, we’re really having
a whole conversation at this point and suddenly
he interjects and he says “hi, by the way,
my name’s steven, nice to meet you” and
he sticks his hand out for a handshake. i’m
like “oh hahahaha my name's omnia nice
to meet you too...” and i shake his hand and
i automatically got weird vibes from him.
okay, i get it, you’re just an old man making
sure your manners are up to par but if i’m
never going to see you again, do i really need to know
your name? do you need my name?
do we need to shake hands? i’m leaving in 10 minutes
and i ain't never gonna see you again, steven, so love to see your
chivalry showing but you need to get back
to your wife and kids and i need to get back
to watching the office season 6 in my rinky
dinky apartment thank you very much!
and i don’t know if i’m just being dramatic
but after that whole thing, i just say "thanks
for your help, i’ll probably find it on
my own" and he says “good luck, i hope you
find what you’re looking for. i’ll wait
for you after i check out to make sure you
got everything!” and i say "okay" and he’s
gone.
now, in that moment, after he left, i’m
still looking for these FUCKING craisins,
and i thought “nah, he just said that but
he’s not gonna wait for me after he checks
out hahaha you just heard that incorrectly.”
and i completely disregarded that last part
of his sentence and just said "okay" because
i needed him to go cuz i wasn’t feeling
very comfy with that handshake.
somehow, minutes after our whole interaction,
i finally find those dumbass craisins, return
to mar, and we spend a couple more minutes
getting the rest of her stuff. i didn’t
tell her about STEVEN cuz i didn’t feel
like it was significant and i really wanted
to go home and drink that tea.
we make it to the checkout, mar pays, i’m
pushing the cart to the door and i completely
forgot about steven at this point. we’re
literally right about to get to the parking
lot when i hear a “DID YOU GET EVERYTHING
ALRIGHT?” from behind me and i freeze. i
look behind me and there’s FUCKING. STEVEN.
with his grocery bags in hand, running after
me and waving. mar stops and turns around
too and steven’s whole demeanor changed.
he stops running, he stops waving, and he
slows to a walk, smiles and changes directions.
i smile cordially again, and say "yeah!" and
mar smiles too, completely unaware of what’s
happening.
finally, we make it to her car, we off-load
the groceries, put the cart back, and as we’re
about to get into the car STEVEN pulls up
in his FUCKING TOYOTA,
and he's like "hAvE a GoOd NiGhT laDiEs!” and hE HONKS THREE TIMES AS HE PULLS OFF. IT WAS THE WORST. I
HATED IT. MAR WAS SO CONFUSED AND I HAD TO
DEBRIEF HER ABOUT THE WHOLE SITUATION ON THE
DRIVE HOME.
she literally said “oh, i thought the guy running and waving at us in the store was an employee and i thought the guy who was honking at us was
just another thirsty fuckboy and they were just completely different people."
BUT NO. ALL OF THEM WERE STEVEN.
in conclusion, the moral of the story is to
go everywhere with a friend past 7 pm because
i swear if mar wasn’t there, i have no idea
what steven would’ve done. would he have
scooped me up into his ride and taken me to
his house? would he have coerced me into giving
him my number? would i be alive right now!?
who really knows at this point? thank god
mar was there :'))
if you made it this far, comment down below
about your worst experiences at walmart! make
sure to like and subscribe if you found joy
in my trauma, and thanks so much for watching.
as always, i’ll catch u next time! bye!
