All twelve registers in the grocery store had at least four people waiting. I imagine that it was so busy because the past few days have been so wintry.
As I waited patiently, a man a couple carts behind me bellowed "Is anybody working here?" He was ignored so, he got louder, and directed his attention to my cashier and the store employee whispering to her. "Hey, if you want to have a personal conversation go the fuck outside!" The cashier half smiled, and the 20-something Latino employee dude's expression was akin to "I know this MF ain't stressin me?"
I looked behind me to see an; angry, overweight, 60-ish, white man. He looked as if he wanted a fight. Just then another customer in the next lane with the exact same discriptors shouted at the man "Hey, watch your mouth there are nice people here!"
"Who the fuck are you supposed to be? You got a problem with me, we can take it outside," angry man yelled. Feeling uncomfortable, I stared at the cart in front of me and wondered what the French looking dude hanging on to it was going to do with two dozen cans of sardines? He smiled am uncomfortable smile. He didn't want to be in an impromptu brawl either.
The two grey-haired pony tailed dudes continued. The mid-40's sharp looking black manager guy walked up to them, and without a word brought them both to silence. The Savior of our sensibilities, and Mr. Privilege returned to their carts.
"Geez, you got to watch those guys with ponytails," I told the cashier when it was my turn.
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