Reading things on this site are making me recognise things from my past. The incidents I m going to describe happened a few years ago now. I used to work on a checkout in a supermarket. I saw plenty of different kinds of customers, from nice friendly ones to right idiots. But not much bothered me. I guess I felt safe behind the till. That was until one night when a man who looked familiar to me started chatting to me while I was serving him. It started innocuously enough, but rapidly turned... A Brush With A Narcissist
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