Now, I'm sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running around knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little c**** that feel it is okay to bite whenever they feel like it.So here's the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery shopping. He broke the skin too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit's teeth as he was grinning at me like the little c*** he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming "SHIT! SHIT!". Now my good friend Tom, we'll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting "F**K! MAYBE HE DIDN'T GET IT!". By now the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy 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 F**king HIV POSITIVE!"And now there is a silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just F**ked up big time because his mom ain't defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit 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 c*** she is. I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.