I was shopping at the supermarket when suddenly a tall woman literally lunged at me — shouting that I was trying to steal all her groceries

I was shopping at the supermarket when suddenly a tall woman literally lunged at me — shouting that I was trying to steal all her groceries.

😨😲 I was calmly placing items into my basket, moving between the aisles, when I suddenly felt a sharp movement beside me. A tall woman suddenly attacked me, hissing and pulling at my basket, screaming that I was trying to steal her things.

I froze, not knowing what to say. I tried to explain that it was my basket, that everything inside belonged to me. But her voice cut through the air, and everyone around stopped, staring at us with reproach.

People whispered quietly, and seconds later, security guards appeared around the corner, heading toward us.

All eyes were on me, on her loud accusations. I tried to stay calm, explaining that it was my basket, but the crowd already looked at me with suspicion. The woman kept shouting, tugging the basket toward herself.

And then something unbelievable happened. Suddenly, the basket in her hands tore apart, and all the groceries scattered across the floor: fruits rolled away, packages burst open, juices spilled. The woman froze, her mouth open, and I stood there in shock, unable to believe what I was seeing.

A moment of silence… and everyone around, including the guards, just stood frozen, not knowing where to look. No accusations, no shouting — only the chaos of spilled groceries and stunned faces.

😱😵 At that moment, the woman said something even stranger and more shocking than her earlier behavior.

(To be continued in the first comment 👇👇)

I was already picking up my groceries when I noticed the woman still standing nearby, seemingly beginning to realize her mistake. She looked at my basket, then at the scattered items. Suddenly, her face changed — as if she understood that it wasn’t her basket.

But instead of apologizing, she continued to shout:
“Why are you holding my basket? Why won’t you give it back?” I tried to explain that it was mine, that she was mistaken.

— “No, you’re the one who mixed everything up!” — she screamed. — “I just put my items into your basket!”

People around started whispering; some stepped aside. I stood there clutching my groceries, not knowing what else to say.

The guards came closer, trying to calm her down, but she kept yelling and waving her arms.

Finally, one of the guards took her by the arm and said:
— “Please calm down and come with me.”

She resisted for a few seconds, but then, still muttering and accusing me, she was escorted out of the store.

I remained standing in the middle of the aisle, gathering the last of my groceries, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. People dispersed, but the whispers lingered in the air for a long time.