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Right, I have three small stories for you today. (When are my stories ever long, heh).
1. This happened back during the summer when we had an aisle of summer toys/baseball bats/whiffleballs/swim goggles/etc. I was at the second register which directly down said aisle. Brother and sister (boy was 7 ish, girl was 5 ish) were playing with the baseball bats. I think the sister wanted to look at the bat that her brother was holding and he was holding it over her head to look at it. So what she does is she smashes him between the legs so he drops it. Poor boy's eyes bug out of his head, he's bent over in pain. The sister just picks up the bat he was looking at and plays with it.
2. Remember the guy with the DUCKING PENNIES I had in my last post? I think his spiritual twin came by. There were two of us on register and the girl at the register next to mine is busy with a LONG transaction that involves food stamps. An African American guy goes up behind her register and the guy who was at my register finishes paying for his stuff and leaves. Then there comes in Neon Orange Shirt guy with a bottle of Gatorade. I call over the African-American man first since he's been waiting longer and Neon Orange Shirt guy seems ok with it. The man at my register is talking on his cell phone and not paying attention to what he's doing (plus the debit machine was acting up, he had to swipe his card through 4 times before it registered). Neon Shirt Guy gets huffy, arms crossed, yada yada. Suddenly he storms behind the African-American guy, SLAMS (and I mean making the counter shake type slam) the Gatorade down on my counter and storms off in a huff, banging into our doors and almost walking into the assistant manager coming in for her shift. Impatient asshole or racist bastard? Maybe both.
3. I was half watching part of this on the security cameras and waiting for one of my co-workers to get out of the bathroom (our security cameras are in the backroom next to the bathrooms). My shift supervisor told me what I missed because again, I didn't see all of it (kinda needed to go to the bathroom more than needing to watch the scene unfold).
Shift supervisor is ringing customers up down in our photo department. Hispanic man and Angry White Male are both in line. When my shift supervisor calls for whoever's next, the Hispanic guy walks down. Oh no. Angry White Male follows him down to Photo, starts SCREAMING "HEY I WAS NEXT YOU ASSHOLE YOU DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH YOU ___SUCKER MOTHER DUCKER GO BACK TO MEXICO BLAH BLAH BLAH" and yet waits for the man to finish paying as opposed to going over to the now free other cashier. He throws his change and his stuff at the shift supervisor and actually follows the Hispanic guy out into the parking lot, still yelling and even goes so far as to box the guy in with his pickup. The poor Hispanic guy is looking sort of "deer in the headlights" while this crazy idiot is screaming at him. Finally Angry White Male drives off.
1. This happened back during the summer when we had an aisle of summer toys/baseball bats/whiffleballs/swim goggles/etc. I was at the second register which directly down said aisle. Brother and sister (boy was 7 ish, girl was 5 ish) were playing with the baseball bats. I think the sister wanted to look at the bat that her brother was holding and he was holding it over her head to look at it. So what she does is she smashes him between the legs so he drops it. Poor boy's eyes bug out of his head, he's bent over in pain. The sister just picks up the bat he was looking at and plays with it.
2. Remember the guy with the DUCKING PENNIES I had in my last post? I think his spiritual twin came by. There were two of us on register and the girl at the register next to mine is busy with a LONG transaction that involves food stamps. An African American guy goes up behind her register and the guy who was at my register finishes paying for his stuff and leaves. Then there comes in Neon Orange Shirt guy with a bottle of Gatorade. I call over the African-American man first since he's been waiting longer and Neon Orange Shirt guy seems ok with it. The man at my register is talking on his cell phone and not paying attention to what he's doing (plus the debit machine was acting up, he had to swipe his card through 4 times before it registered). Neon Shirt Guy gets huffy, arms crossed, yada yada. Suddenly he storms behind the African-American guy, SLAMS (and I mean making the counter shake type slam) the Gatorade down on my counter and storms off in a huff, banging into our doors and almost walking into the assistant manager coming in for her shift. Impatient asshole or racist bastard? Maybe both.
3. I was half watching part of this on the security cameras and waiting for one of my co-workers to get out of the bathroom (our security cameras are in the backroom next to the bathrooms). My shift supervisor told me what I missed because again, I didn't see all of it (kinda needed to go to the bathroom more than needing to watch the scene unfold).
Shift supervisor is ringing customers up down in our photo department. Hispanic man and Angry White Male are both in line. When my shift supervisor calls for whoever's next, the Hispanic guy walks down. Oh no. Angry White Male follows him down to Photo, starts SCREAMING "HEY I WAS NEXT YOU ASSHOLE YOU DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH YOU ___SUCKER MOTHER DUCKER GO BACK TO MEXICO BLAH BLAH BLAH" and yet waits for the man to finish paying as opposed to going over to the now free other cashier. He throws his change and his stuff at the shift supervisor and actually follows the Hispanic guy out into the parking lot, still yelling and even goes so far as to box the guy in with his pickup. The poor Hispanic guy is looking sort of "deer in the headlights" while this crazy idiot is screaming at him. Finally Angry White Male drives off.
I'd love to live and work in a small town, and meet lots of really nice people
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