Now, I'm sure many of you have encountered little ***** in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little ***** that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it. Okay , here's the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the ****** skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprinkle of blood on the little ****'* teeth as he was grinning at me like the little **** he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming "****! ****!." Now, my good friend, Tom we'll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting "****! MAYBE HE DIDN'T GET IT! ****!." By now, the kid is scared ******** and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting ***** at us for yelling at her kid. Here's the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, "Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I'm... I'm ******* HIV POSITIVE." And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just ****** up big time because his mom isn't defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my **** from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just as we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the **** she is. I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.