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So, there is a new Chipotle that just opened up not that long ago and our city has been going nuts over it (me and the bf as well, honestly), which means that there is always a long line. The employees are fast though and the line moves quite quick. Sometimes.
Tonight, I got stuck behind an african american (relevant) male, and his lovely, pale white wanna-be friend (also relevant). The entire time, the pale one is dancing around as if he's a two year old that needs to go the bathroom, as well as at the beginning of the line, he was humping the wooden back to one of the booths. His friend spent most of the time repeatedly answering his phone with "Bitch, I told you not to call me anymore" followed by him shutting his phone and saying to his friend "man, bitch needs to learn her place." They kept looking back at me and at the other girls, making snide comments about who's hotter and who's ass looked better, etc. I ignored them to the best of my abilities. Finally, we reach the counter. The white guy doesn't order anything, just leans against the other booths, doing the "hey there baby" nod at the cashier who is trying her hardest to keep her smile on her face. His friend orders a salad and asks what he gets on it. The guy says anything he wants and the guy starts spouting off toppings a mile a minute and the prep-guy is obviously having a hard time keeping up. On top of which, the guy wants rice on it. The prep guy says he's still waiting on more rice to come up. This is the guy's cue to pull out the trusty race card, apparently.
AAG: African American Guy
WF: Wannabe friend
PG: Prep guy
AAG: Oh, what, so now I got to wait for some damn rice! This is because I'm black isn't it?! It is, you racist bastard!
*note: the dining area was full of families, little kids included. Many of parents were sitting there like
*
PG: *who is white btw* Sir, it has nothing to do with your race, I am simply out of rice. If you haven't noticed, we are constantly busy and we do run out from time to time. The rice will be here in a few seconds, I promise.
AAG: Man, I've been waiting in line for like an hour! *it had really only been 10 minutes* This is because I'm black!
WF: Yeah, it's because WE'RE black, isn't it?!
I swear, everyone in the place turned to them and looked like this
The prep guy looked like he was about to burst out laughing, but was saved by the arrival of the rice. The AAG just shook his head and did the "wtf is your problem bro?" hand gesture, paid for his food, and left. Just, wow.
I hate this city
So, do to my amazing job not coming through this summer, I had to sell a few things to make enough money to get some food. I think I'm going to try selling stuff on ebay, since Craig's List is so much trouble.
I decided to sell my iPod since I didn't really use it much and I knew I could get a good price for it. I found an ad on there for someone who bought iPods, so I texted him to see what I could get. He offered $80 for it originally, but I had absolutely no gas money to get out to where he lived and he said he didn't have a car. So, when I finally did get gas money, he said he only had $60 and would I take that instead. I told him no, that I need a fair amount, since it was only a year old and still working fine.
After we go back and forth, I put my own ad on there. Not even an hour after I put it up there, who should text me? The same guy, offering $80 for it. Apparently he didn't realize that it was the same number until I asked, "Wait, didn't you just tell me not even an hour ago that you only had $60?" It takes him a bit to text me back, and when he does, he says he can give me $50 today and the rest tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA......no. I've been scammed like that in the past FOR A DAMN CAR, you think I'm gonna fall for it again for a friggin iPod? No deal. So he says he'll text me when he gets the rest tomorrow from his mom. Now, granted, I'm thinking this whole time that this guy is older, lives with his mom, and buys iPods that he resells for insane prices on ebay or something, whatever. The way he texted was annoying and grammar mistake filled, to the point where I was tempted to get google translator out to decipher stupid.
The next day, he texts me, says he has the money and gives me his address. My bf comes with me, "to make sure you don't get ripped off". We find the place (only after driving past it like 6 times because the number was painted on the house, but fading terribly and half hidden behind a bush) and who steps out?
A friggin 12 year old! I've been haggling and dealing with a damn kid?! WTF? So he walks up to window and asks to see it. I take it out of my bag and ask to see the money first (felt like a mob movie, almost lol). He pulls out, not a couple bills, but a WAD of bills, rolled up and wrapped with a rubberband. He apologizes and says that he had to give 41 1's, cause and I quote this perfectly "my mom didn't have time to go to the bank after she got off work at the club, so all she had were the ones she got as tips"......................*pokerface* Okkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaayyyyyy.......whatever, money is money.
We get home, after getting the needed gas, cigarettes, and food. He texts me again, saying that the screen isn't working right. I told him it could be because it needed an update (since my computer crashed while trying to update it before) or because the touch sensitivity was calabrated with a screen protector on (I took mine off since it was scratched to all hell). He then proceeds to WHINE, saying that i didn't tell him there wasn't a screen protector, how it so wasn't worth $80, etc. For one, you didn't ask. For two, go fuck yourself, you're 12 and doing buys with your mom's tip money (not sure if i want to know what kind of services she did to acquire those tips) in your driveway, only after haggling horribly and then whinning about it. I told you it was in good condition, it works, you have to buy a $3 screen protector for it to work properly, not my problem. I don't do refunds when there is no reason for a refund.
We're leaving, get over it!
The lovely (and I use that term VERY lightly) neighbor behind us that has repeatedly complained about us to us and the city (police, fire department, and city council) decided she wanted to complain some more. Of course, with the luck of the stale Lucky Charms on top of our fridge, I was home alone and had to listen to her bitch, again. This time it was about the "ruckus" that we create at 3 in the morning. Now, normally, there is no ruckus. Lately though, we have been getting ready to move, since our roommate K. just closed on his first house (yay!) and is letting us move in with him (double yay!). The boys have been moving stuff around and packing up certain things in the garage, and the only time that K and my bf can do it is when he gets off of work at 2am. Now, I'm normally out there with, more out of boredom than anything, and they are not loud at all. The neighbors right next door never say anything and K asked them one morning if we were being to loud and they were like "you guys make noise? Huh, I never noticed." So, I'm taking this lady's words with a grain of salt (and a shot of tequila mentally) until she utters those words I loathe to hear: "And that stupid towel head that lives here talks on his phone in that gibberish language of his very loud when I have guests over and they feel very offended by it."
I am sorry to admit......wait, scratch that, I am not sorry. I saw red.
"For your information, MA'AM, that "towel head" happens to be my boyfriend. This is a free country, if he wants to speak URDU with his father, rather than english to keep eavesdroppers like you from hearing what he's talking about, that's his right. On top of that, none of the other neighbors have to come to us with complaints since I moved in here two years ago, which tells me that you just want something to bitch about and think that a house full of college kids would be perfect, because of course all college kids are drug addicts who host loud parties, do all manner of illegal things, and purposely offend your guests by just speaking their native language. Guess what? THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU! I hear about you complaining about us to your friend at the city council (her face went at this), yeah I know about how you two are friends. How? Everyone else gossips around here too. Not to mention how after we had done everything we were told to do, they never came back to check, never returned my phone calls, and we never received a letter back, telling me it was just your bitchy way of getting me sick while cleaning up our yard because your yard, which you pay immigrants to do for you for VERY little, is perfect and looks like "crap" next to ours. I am not in the mood for your bullshit anymore. Complain about us or come over here to yell in my face one more time and I'm calling the cops and suing your ass for harassment!"
She just kind of stands there, dumbfounded. Our neighbors across the street were in their yard swimming when they heard my shouting and peaked over their fence, laughing. The dad gave me a thumbs up until she spun around, in which time he dove under the water.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to continue to pack."
"P-Pack?"
"Yes, pack. Your greatest wish has come true, we're moving to a different neighborhood. Thank the Goddess I don't have to see you after that." And I, smiling, shut the door. Haven't heard a PEEP out of her since. Ah, silence.
List of things not to do while waiting in the same line as me
-Do NOT stand right behind me to the point where I can feel your breathe on my neck. You creep me out and my instincts will tell me to donkey kick you in your testicles if you do not back up within 5 secs of me glaring at you.
-After said glare, do not continue to stand behind me so close, that your hand repeatedly brushes my ass. Whether intentional or accidental, I don't care.
-After I tell you to please, step back a little because you are in my personal space, DO NOT get up in my face and try to touch me, while saying "Oh, c'mon honey. Don't you want a real man to be all up in your personal space?"
Why should you not do any of these things?
Because then I will have to use my trusty reflexes to grab said hand, twist said hand until you kneel before me, screaming like a little girl in pain for your mommy, as well as mercy. I gave you fair warnings, tis your own fault.
Kudos to the cashier who stood by and let me scare the guy enough that he left... She said he came in all the time and hit on every woman in the store, even going as far as trying to kiss a customer in the parking lot. After this stunt, he is now officially banned from the store, which most of the female employees sighed in relief over.
More to come, i can see. I wish I couldn't, but this town does not disappoint in the SC category. Sadly.
So, there is a new Chipotle that just opened up not that long ago and our city has been going nuts over it (me and the bf as well, honestly), which means that there is always a long line. The employees are fast though and the line moves quite quick. Sometimes.
Tonight, I got stuck behind an african american (relevant) male, and his lovely, pale white wanna-be friend (also relevant). The entire time, the pale one is dancing around as if he's a two year old that needs to go the bathroom, as well as at the beginning of the line, he was humping the wooden back to one of the booths. His friend spent most of the time repeatedly answering his phone with "Bitch, I told you not to call me anymore" followed by him shutting his phone and saying to his friend "man, bitch needs to learn her place." They kept looking back at me and at the other girls, making snide comments about who's hotter and who's ass looked better, etc. I ignored them to the best of my abilities. Finally, we reach the counter. The white guy doesn't order anything, just leans against the other booths, doing the "hey there baby" nod at the cashier who is trying her hardest to keep her smile on her face. His friend orders a salad and asks what he gets on it. The guy says anything he wants and the guy starts spouting off toppings a mile a minute and the prep-guy is obviously having a hard time keeping up. On top of which, the guy wants rice on it. The prep guy says he's still waiting on more rice to come up. This is the guy's cue to pull out the trusty race card, apparently.
AAG: African American Guy
WF: Wannabe friend
PG: Prep guy
AAG: Oh, what, so now I got to wait for some damn rice! This is because I'm black isn't it?! It is, you racist bastard!
*note: the dining area was full of families, little kids included. Many of parents were sitting there like
*PG: *who is white btw* Sir, it has nothing to do with your race, I am simply out of rice. If you haven't noticed, we are constantly busy and we do run out from time to time. The rice will be here in a few seconds, I promise.
AAG: Man, I've been waiting in line for like an hour! *it had really only been 10 minutes* This is because I'm black!
WF: Yeah, it's because WE'RE black, isn't it?!
I swear, everyone in the place turned to them and looked like this
The prep guy looked like he was about to burst out laughing, but was saved by the arrival of the rice. The AAG just shook his head and did the "wtf is your problem bro?" hand gesture, paid for his food, and left. Just, wow.
I hate this city
So, do to my amazing job not coming through this summer, I had to sell a few things to make enough money to get some food. I think I'm going to try selling stuff on ebay, since Craig's List is so much trouble.
I decided to sell my iPod since I didn't really use it much and I knew I could get a good price for it. I found an ad on there for someone who bought iPods, so I texted him to see what I could get. He offered $80 for it originally, but I had absolutely no gas money to get out to where he lived and he said he didn't have a car. So, when I finally did get gas money, he said he only had $60 and would I take that instead. I told him no, that I need a fair amount, since it was only a year old and still working fine.
After we go back and forth, I put my own ad on there. Not even an hour after I put it up there, who should text me? The same guy, offering $80 for it. Apparently he didn't realize that it was the same number until I asked, "Wait, didn't you just tell me not even an hour ago that you only had $60?" It takes him a bit to text me back, and when he does, he says he can give me $50 today and the rest tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA......no. I've been scammed like that in the past FOR A DAMN CAR, you think I'm gonna fall for it again for a friggin iPod? No deal. So he says he'll text me when he gets the rest tomorrow from his mom. Now, granted, I'm thinking this whole time that this guy is older, lives with his mom, and buys iPods that he resells for insane prices on ebay or something, whatever. The way he texted was annoying and grammar mistake filled, to the point where I was tempted to get google translator out to decipher stupid.
The next day, he texts me, says he has the money and gives me his address. My bf comes with me, "to make sure you don't get ripped off". We find the place (only after driving past it like 6 times because the number was painted on the house, but fading terribly and half hidden behind a bush) and who steps out?
A friggin 12 year old! I've been haggling and dealing with a damn kid?! WTF? So he walks up to window and asks to see it. I take it out of my bag and ask to see the money first (felt like a mob movie, almost lol). He pulls out, not a couple bills, but a WAD of bills, rolled up and wrapped with a rubberband. He apologizes and says that he had to give 41 1's, cause and I quote this perfectly "my mom didn't have time to go to the bank after she got off work at the club, so all she had were the ones she got as tips"......................*pokerface* Okkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaayyyyyy.......whatever, money is money.
We get home, after getting the needed gas, cigarettes, and food. He texts me again, saying that the screen isn't working right. I told him it could be because it needed an update (since my computer crashed while trying to update it before) or because the touch sensitivity was calabrated with a screen protector on (I took mine off since it was scratched to all hell). He then proceeds to WHINE, saying that i didn't tell him there wasn't a screen protector, how it so wasn't worth $80, etc. For one, you didn't ask. For two, go fuck yourself, you're 12 and doing buys with your mom's tip money (not sure if i want to know what kind of services she did to acquire those tips) in your driveway, only after haggling horribly and then whinning about it. I told you it was in good condition, it works, you have to buy a $3 screen protector for it to work properly, not my problem. I don't do refunds when there is no reason for a refund.
We're leaving, get over it!
The lovely (and I use that term VERY lightly) neighbor behind us that has repeatedly complained about us to us and the city (police, fire department, and city council) decided she wanted to complain some more. Of course, with the luck of the stale Lucky Charms on top of our fridge, I was home alone and had to listen to her bitch, again. This time it was about the "ruckus" that we create at 3 in the morning. Now, normally, there is no ruckus. Lately though, we have been getting ready to move, since our roommate K. just closed on his first house (yay!) and is letting us move in with him (double yay!). The boys have been moving stuff around and packing up certain things in the garage, and the only time that K and my bf can do it is when he gets off of work at 2am. Now, I'm normally out there with, more out of boredom than anything, and they are not loud at all. The neighbors right next door never say anything and K asked them one morning if we were being to loud and they were like "you guys make noise? Huh, I never noticed." So, I'm taking this lady's words with a grain of salt (and a shot of tequila mentally) until she utters those words I loathe to hear: "And that stupid towel head that lives here talks on his phone in that gibberish language of his very loud when I have guests over and they feel very offended by it."
I am sorry to admit......wait, scratch that, I am not sorry. I saw red.
"For your information, MA'AM, that "towel head" happens to be my boyfriend. This is a free country, if he wants to speak URDU with his father, rather than english to keep eavesdroppers like you from hearing what he's talking about, that's his right. On top of that, none of the other neighbors have to come to us with complaints since I moved in here two years ago, which tells me that you just want something to bitch about and think that a house full of college kids would be perfect, because of course all college kids are drug addicts who host loud parties, do all manner of illegal things, and purposely offend your guests by just speaking their native language. Guess what? THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU! I hear about you complaining about us to your friend at the city council (her face went
at this), yeah I know about how you two are friends. How? Everyone else gossips around here too. Not to mention how after we had done everything we were told to do, they never came back to check, never returned my phone calls, and we never received a letter back, telling me it was just your bitchy way of getting me sick while cleaning up our yard because your yard, which you pay immigrants to do for you for VERY little, is perfect and looks like "crap" next to ours. I am not in the mood for your bullshit anymore. Complain about us or come over here to yell in my face one more time and I'm calling the cops and suing your ass for harassment!" She just kind of stands there, dumbfounded. Our neighbors across the street were in their yard swimming when they heard my shouting and peaked over their fence, laughing. The dad gave me a thumbs up until she spun around, in which time he dove under the water.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to continue to pack."
"P-Pack?"
"Yes, pack. Your greatest wish has come true, we're moving to a different neighborhood. Thank the Goddess I don't have to see you after that." And I, smiling, shut the door. Haven't heard a PEEP out of her since. Ah, silence.
List of things not to do while waiting in the same line as me
-Do NOT stand right behind me to the point where I can feel your breathe on my neck. You creep me out and my instincts will tell me to donkey kick you in your testicles if you do not back up within 5 secs of me glaring at you.
-After said glare, do not continue to stand behind me so close, that your hand repeatedly brushes my ass. Whether intentional or accidental, I don't care.
-After I tell you to please, step back a little because you are in my personal space, DO NOT get up in my face and try to touch me, while saying "Oh, c'mon honey. Don't you want a real man to be all up in your personal space?"
Why should you not do any of these things?
Because then I will have to use my trusty reflexes to grab said hand, twist said hand until you kneel before me, screaming like a little girl in pain for your mommy, as well as mercy. I gave you fair warnings, tis your own fault.
Kudos to the cashier who stood by and let me scare the guy enough that he left... She said he came in all the time and hit on every woman in the store, even going as far as trying to kiss a customer in the parking lot. After this stunt, he is now officially banned from the store, which most of the female employees sighed in relief over.
More to come, i can see. I wish I couldn't, but this town does not disappoint in the SC category. Sadly.
Nothing at all to worry about; it still spends just fine.
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