A fair warning

I am a God among men.

I survey my domain and laugh. A hearty, robust laugh.

I see you, skittering between aisles. Running like so many cockroaches, so busy to do whatever it is that you do.

I laugh again.

I notice you, though you may not notice me. I might be an immovable object, a simple feature of the world that you know. A hill, a mountain, a shining obelisk to the minions.

I am tall, and you are not.

I walk through Safeway and notice that no one, no one is taller than I. I am at least one head taller than you all. Even your wizened old one's are tiny. And your new one's... those upon whom you put your tall dreams? They are not only small but skinny.

I laugh and laugh.

Liliputians, beware. I grind your bones to make my bread. I walk among you as a mountain among a valley.

And if you are ever again in front of me in line, during lunchtime, in the express lane, with 40+ items, I will have to crush you. Crush you. For the sake of the Giant myth. And because you're an asshole.