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WARNING: Offensive language...and for once it's not mine! 
So today was an interesting day at The Bar, where the people came in waves. Dead. Slammed. Dead. Slammed. Etc. By 1:30, I had sold about what I sold all of yesterday. And we only open at 11!
But I finally got done, earlier than I expected (I love my manager Fire Girl!), and I was sitting at the bar enjoying a beer. This woman sat down around the corner of the bar from me, a few stools down. And she was.....chatty.
Chatted up my coworker behind the bar, Miss Wales, and occasionally chatted me up, though for the most part I was busy playing Scrabble on my Kindle. But I humored her, as she seemed a little off, but basically harmless. Until she unleashed this gem.
HER: "So, Jester....where do all the niggers live?"
ME:
"Ex-CUSE me?!?!?!?!"
HER: "Where do the BLACK people live?"
ME: "They live all over the island, just like everyone else."
HER: "You really don't want to help me, do you?"
ME: "Not particularly."
Because at this point, I knew she was trying, in her own not-so-subtle-but-she-thought-it-was-subtle way to ask me where she could buy drugs. And I was having none of it, as she had pissed me off. So I went back to my Scrabble.
still
A little time goes by, as she chats up both Miss Wales and some innocent bar customers. Then she turns her attention back to me, who is still innocently and quietly playing Scrabble and drinking beer....
HER: "So, Jester, where do the homeless people hang out?"
ME: "I wouldn't know. I'm not homeless."
HER: (sarcastically) "Well you're just a wealth of information, aren't you?"
ME: "Yup."
Clearly this woman was looking for the place to buy drugs. But I was not going to help her for two reasons. First, under Florida law, if someone asks for a place to buy drugs, and you send them to an area, without even specifying a person to talk to or making a connection for them, you can be charged and convicted with conspiracy to sell narcotics. Don't laugh. It's happened.
And while I certainly DO know where this particular area of the island is, it would be stupid of me to tell anyone, due to the laws in effect that I just mentioned. So I fall back on the truth...I just tell people that I'm "just a drunk." And so don't have the slightest idea where they can get their preferred recreational drug.
But with this lady, she just fucking offended me with that opening, so she got a double strike against her. I'm not going to help her because it could get me in trouble, and I'm not going to help her because she's a racist piece of shit.
So, yeah...my worst customer today came after I was clocked out. Go figger.
So today was an interesting day at The Bar, where the people came in waves. Dead. Slammed. Dead. Slammed. Etc. By 1:30, I had sold about what I sold all of yesterday. And we only open at 11!
But I finally got done, earlier than I expected (I love my manager Fire Girl!), and I was sitting at the bar enjoying a beer. This woman sat down around the corner of the bar from me, a few stools down. And she was.....chatty.
Chatted up my coworker behind the bar, Miss Wales, and occasionally chatted me up, though for the most part I was busy playing Scrabble on my Kindle. But I humored her, as she seemed a little off, but basically harmless. Until she unleashed this gem.
HER: "So, Jester....where do all the niggers live?"
ME:
"Ex-CUSE me?!?!?!?!"HER: "Where do the BLACK people live?"
ME: "They live all over the island, just like everyone else."
HER: "You really don't want to help me, do you?"
ME: "Not particularly."
Because at this point, I knew she was trying, in her own not-so-subtle-but-she-thought-it-was-subtle way to ask me where she could buy drugs. And I was having none of it, as she had pissed me off. So I went back to my Scrabble.
still
A little time goes by, as she chats up both Miss Wales and some innocent bar customers. Then she turns her attention back to me, who is still innocently and quietly playing Scrabble and drinking beer....
HER: "So, Jester, where do the homeless people hang out?"
ME: "I wouldn't know. I'm not homeless."
HER: (sarcastically) "Well you're just a wealth of information, aren't you?"
ME: "Yup."
Clearly this woman was looking for the place to buy drugs. But I was not going to help her for two reasons. First, under Florida law, if someone asks for a place to buy drugs, and you send them to an area, without even specifying a person to talk to or making a connection for them, you can be charged and convicted with conspiracy to sell narcotics. Don't laugh. It's happened.
And while I certainly DO know where this particular area of the island is, it would be stupid of me to tell anyone, due to the laws in effect that I just mentioned. So I fall back on the truth...I just tell people that I'm "just a drunk." And so don't have the slightest idea where they can get their preferred recreational drug.
But with this lady, she just fucking offended me with that opening, so she got a double strike against her. I'm not going to help her because it could get me in trouble, and I'm not going to help her because she's a racist piece of shit.
So, yeah...my worst customer today came after I was clocked out. Go figger.
Stupid racist bitch. 
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