Rich Woman Slapped Me For Mopping Too Slowly Until The Biker In Aisle Three Heard My Screams

Rich woman slapped me for mopping too slowly until the biker heard my screams and came to help. I’m seventy-eight years old, been cleaning this grocery store for twelve years, and I’ve never seen a grown man make someone beg for forgiveness like that.

My name is Rosa Martinez. I clean the Fresh Market grocery store from 10 PM to 6 AM, six nights a week. Minimum wage. No benefits. But it keeps the lights on in my little apartment and lets me send a few dollars to my granddaughter in college.

That Tuesday night started like any other. I was mopping aisle seven when she walked in. Designer clothes. Diamond earrings. The kind of woman who spends more on one purse than I make in three months.

She was on her phone, talking loud about some charity gala she was organizing. Walked right through my wet floor signs. Her heel slipped on the wet tile and she caught herself on the shelf.

“You stupid old woman!” she screamed. “I could have broken my neck!”

I apologized immediately. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. The signs are posted. The floor is wet—”

She slapped me. Hard. Across my face.Continue reading…