I came across this in another forum and was just laughing my ass off. Poster claims it really happened.

Now, I'm sure many of you have encountered little brats in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little brats that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it. Okay, here's the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little kid's teeth as he was grinning at me like the little brat he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming "SH*T! SH*T!." Now, my good friend, Tom we'll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting "F*CK! MAYBE HE DIDN'T GET IT! F*CK!". By now, the kid is scared and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting mad at us for yelling at her kid. Here's the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, "Ma'am, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I'm... I'm HIV POSITIVE." And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just messed up big time because his mom isn't defending him. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my stuff 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. I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob. I'm not really HIV Positive, but that little brat must've gotten in a lot of trouble.

*edited by me because there was a lot of profanity and really was not needed to get the point across*