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Sometimes, many times, I wish that I could simply swoop down on people, beat the crap out of them, and vanish. Leaving them without a clue and missing several teeth. Today, after I got off work, was one of those times.
I was going through the U-Scan checkstands because Lori asked me to pick up some orange juice. And there was a woman and a boy at one of the others, having trouble with completing the U-Scan stuff. So one of my coworkers, a guy who works the grocery side, came up to them and said, "You have to leave all your items on the pad, there, to complete the transaction."
And the boy started muttering to himself, "I thought you were going to push a button to make it work...go away if you aren't going to help, stupid nigger. I gotta waste time moving all this stuff." Which was like, three bags and some 12-packs of soda. Had my coworker not pointedly ignored this rudeness, I would have said something. And the woman, his mom or whoever, said nothing! She's the one who should have slapped that bitch, not me. He shouldn't even have been allowed to finish that sentence.
In brighter news, I helped a gentlemen who couldn't speak much English. We went to Apparel to find him an umbrella (I had to call the Apparel manager to locate them, heh) and he pantomimed using a padlock on nearby luggage, so I took him to Hardware and helped him locate and price the locks. He told me later that he was from Eritrea. I can't recall clearly, but I think his name was Tuhoy. He was nice, and shook my hand.
I also ran into my aunt, buying boots. We may be getting together on Friday.
I was going through the U-Scan checkstands because Lori asked me to pick up some orange juice. And there was a woman and a boy at one of the others, having trouble with completing the U-Scan stuff. So one of my coworkers, a guy who works the grocery side, came up to them and said, "You have to leave all your items on the pad, there, to complete the transaction."
And the boy started muttering to himself, "I thought you were going to push a button to make it work...go away if you aren't going to help, stupid nigger. I gotta waste time moving all this stuff." Which was like, three bags and some 12-packs of soda. Had my coworker not pointedly ignored this rudeness, I would have said something. And the woman, his mom or whoever, said nothing! She's the one who should have slapped that bitch, not me. He shouldn't even have been allowed to finish that sentence.
In brighter news, I helped a gentlemen who couldn't speak much English. We went to Apparel to find him an umbrella (I had to call the Apparel manager to locate them, heh) and he pantomimed using a padlock on nearby luggage, so I took him to Hardware and helped him locate and price the locks. He told me later that he was from Eritrea. I can't recall clearly, but I think his name was Tuhoy. He was nice, and shook my hand.
I also ran into my aunt, buying boots. We may be getting together on Friday.
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on 2006-10-25 13:02 (UTC)