Keep in mind, my coworker made one remark about the cigars. After that neither of us said anything else from the moment the man of African-American persuasion began speaking till the moment he left.
I'm just going to call him cellphone guy since he was on his cellphone.
Cellphone guy = CG
Coworker = CW
Me = The Racist.
Cellphone guy walked over to the counter and leaned over, pointing to a box of the Dutch Masters singles.
CG: (not sure if he's talking to me or not) See, I was going to get one of those Phillies but they're fake. You're going to get a lot of complaints about that because I've had to return five of those.
CW: (Walks over to the Dutch Masters and shrugs) Well, I'm sorry sir.
CG: Can I get a pack of Newports?
CW goes to get him the Newports and CG looks at me.
CG: You got an attitude problem?
Note, I have not said a word to him yet. I didn't bother wasting breath because the moment he began bitching about the cigars I knew it was pointless and it was late, so I just glanced at him rather drolly while he completed the transaction at CW's register.
CG: (into phone) I swear I've been coming here for eleven fucking years and it's the same fucking attitude every fucking time. (glancing back at me) I swear they make you want to break character and just beat the shit out of someone.
This point is where I would normally ask if the customer was threatening me but I didn't actually detect a real threat from this guy so I just kept quiet.
CG: (Still into phone) They just judging me because of the color of my skin or something.
I tuned him out at this point because the guy ceased being interesting.
Me: Have a nice day! (As he was leaving the store ranting into the phone)
CW: (Glances back at me) We went from selling fake cigars to being racist.
Me: Amazing.
I'm just going to call him cellphone guy since he was on his cellphone.
Cellphone guy = CG
Coworker = CW
Me = The Racist.
Cellphone guy walked over to the counter and leaned over, pointing to a box of the Dutch Masters singles.
CG: (not sure if he's talking to me or not) See, I was going to get one of those Phillies but they're fake. You're going to get a lot of complaints about that because I've had to return five of those.
CW: (Walks over to the Dutch Masters and shrugs) Well, I'm sorry sir.
CG: Can I get a pack of Newports?
CW goes to get him the Newports and CG looks at me.
CG: You got an attitude problem?
Note, I have not said a word to him yet. I didn't bother wasting breath because the moment he began bitching about the cigars I knew it was pointless and it was late, so I just glanced at him rather drolly while he completed the transaction at CW's register.
CG: (into phone) I swear I've been coming here for eleven fucking years and it's the same fucking attitude every fucking time. (glancing back at me) I swear they make you want to break character and just beat the shit out of someone.
This point is where I would normally ask if the customer was threatening me but I didn't actually detect a real threat from this guy so I just kept quiet.
CG: (Still into phone) They just judging me because of the color of my skin or something.
I tuned him out at this point because the guy ceased being interesting.
Me: Have a nice day! (As he was leaving the store ranting into the phone)
CW: (Glances back at me) We went from selling fake cigars to being racist.
Me: Amazing.
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