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Have you ever been in the middle of a catfight? [1]

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Date: 2025-01-24





I married my wife on October 1, 1966. The prior August, we saw an ad for a once-a-year sale on sheets at the May Company Department Stores. We were gathering things for when we married. We needed sheets.

There was a large freestanding May Company store in North Hollywood, near where I lived. It was huge and sat in the middle of a 1/4 mile x 1/8 mile parking lot; about 20 acres. The parking lot was long enough to land a small plane or have drag races. The store never filled the lot.

Excellent items went fast and would sell out. A buddy’s girlfriend worked at that store and she told me which door would open first. I would have an advantage. She said the sheets were in the basement.

My friend Blake and I arrived at 8:30 am for the 9 am opening. By the time of opening, there were around 20 very hyper ladies and 5 or so that were exuding anger standing behind us.

The door opened. I was shoved through the door by women pushing from behind. I was stunned.

Several women pushed ahead of Blake and me. I looked around and saw what looked like a herd of stampeding cattle coming from all four sides of the building as all the other doors were openong.

Blake was 6’4” and I am 6’3’ and both of us walk fast. We arrived first at the escalator. Blake says, “Remo, run down and find the sheets and I will block the escalator. I ran down the escalator steps while he grabbed a railing on each side, but he would not move or allow anyone to pass him.

I got to the basement but it was huge - the size of the floor above - I struggled to find the sheets. By the time I found the gondola piled high with my treasure, several women had pushed past Blake and were on my heels. I saw my size and color and took a package - only to have it ripped out of my hand by a middle-aged woman who could not have been five feet tall. Her eyes and expression were those of a rabid dog.

I grabbed another package only to have it ripped from my hand by a woman I never saw until she kicked me in the balls as she took my package. She was a lady about it. She said, “Sorry.” She did not give the package back.

I grabbed the last two in my size and color while Blake blocked for me. We paid and moved off towards the UP escalator. I looked back to see the cats still fighting for the remnants.

I went home to put ice on my balls.

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