The 1st anniversary of being robbed by the store clerk at Kurt's Corner is fast approaching. I'm still extremely angry and I need to put this anger somewhere else. I had been using this store a decade for cigarettes and lottery. I never sign my tickets on redemption and that's the mistake. I hit for a million on a Texas Hold 'em Poker scratcher. The guy behind the register absolutely refused to give it back, lied (I lost), refused to give it back to me (he threw it away)...upon hearing me repeat my demand (it's gone). Then he ran to the far side of the store, hiding behind the stuff. Nothing got better from there, he grew confidence behind the counter and grew ugly. He was annoyed by me, I was a pest. Can you imagine? When he gloated and sneered at me...that triggered me pretty badly. I know that sneer. This quiet, miserable and sullen young man behind the register has a narcissistic personality disorder. He turned into a monster right in front of me. I'm talking about that youngish Indian male who has been behind the register for the past few years. I don't know his name or I'd put it here. If you frequent the store you know who I mean. He's always there. I'm going to call him Ali Baba. I have a wicked case of C-PTSD and terrible anxiety now. I thought I was doing better but apparently not. I spent the pandemic bound to covert narcissists. They're a nightmare. I prayed for that ticket and I bought it in 2020. I sat on it for a year in order to heal my mind and soul. A year later, I walk in here, not trying to collect I just needed that validation and handed it to this narcissistic thief. A thief who took pleasure as if it were his right. What a nightmare. Surely he wouldn't have done that to a man. Cowards don't. Misogynistic culture or total lack of regard for others (narcissist) or is that really the same thing? I really should have called the police. If it happens to you call the police, make the complaint. You may or may not receive your ticket but contact the lottery. Document your presence, you already know what the win is. You scratched it. The lottery people do answer the phone. So anyway, I truly have no idea how I got home, without the ticket. I was a zombie for weeks. When I finally felt something, anger I decided to contact the store. I figured nothing lost in telling them how that young man acquired a million dollar winner. At the time, it said women owned but the contact has a picture of an Indian guy.
[email protected]. I gave some detail. I hit send and thought....what's he doing to say? I think they're family. I went into the store soon afterwards. There was an older Indian woman behind the register. Moving around in circles like she's orientating herself to her surroundings. The woman owner I assumed. Of course Ali Baba is nowhere to be found. I write this because I want people to know who he is and what he did. He marked himself as a thief. He risked the store as well as himself to cheat to get ahead. Tell them you cheated an old lady out of a retirement fund. That's accurate. I'm a wife, mother, grandmother and a veteran. I don't take. You cheated all of us. I've worked hard for everything. People need to know about you. You were a predator to your customers. You get away with it. There's a lot wrong in this world. These stories should be on the news. I couldn't possibly be the only one.
