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Okay, so last night, we've done our quickie grocery trip, and before we leave, I decide I want some roasted chickeny goodness for dinner (first, it's that time, so I don't feel like cooking, second, I'm tired... so I REALLY don't feel like cooking). I approach the hot foods counter, and witness suck in the making. A very tall, very thin (this becomes important later) black lady is berating the kid behind the counter, who doesn't even look old enough to shave.
I notice there are no roasted chickens out in the warmer
Bummer. I'm a bit disappointed, but apparently nowhere near how disappointed THIS woman was. I walk up and hear/participate in the following conversation:
SW: What?? HOw can you not have any chickens done? IT'S FIVE THIRTY!!!!
kid: Well, I just got on shift, ma'am, but I'll see what I can do...
SW: That's hardly an excuse, is it? How could you possibly be so disorganized? It's the DINNER RUSH, and you have no hot food out?
Me: (somewhat quietly) It's not HIS fault, lady...
SW: (rounding on me) WHAT? I don't care WHOSE fault it is, There should have been chickens ready half an hour ago, and THIS KID didn't get them done...
Now walking up, I was literally watching the kid put on his apron and hat - he JUST got there. Kid, in fact, is now struck dumb by the drama unfolding in front of him LOL
Me: Well, it's hardly fair to blame him for something the previous shift did. Why don't you just go talk to the manager if you're that upset about it?
SW: (at this point, she's YELLING over me) What the hell business is it of yours anyway? Mind your own goddamn business, I'll speak to him however I please!
Me: Well, I'm just saying, it would be a lot more effective to speak to the manager than to yell at the counter staff as if they were five years old.
At this point I walked away, chickenless, and just wanting to leave the store. I was nearly BLIND with rage and stress - I really HATE confrontation, but I will not stand by and watch store staff be abused when they can't defend themselves without fearing for their jobs either. Crossed the store to the cash register, paid for my purchases and started pushing my cart away.....
Who comes up behind me? Yup. SW! She says in a really sweet tone, "I just wanted to thank you for your advice. I spoke to the manager, and he was most helpful."
Her parting shot?
"You're really fat. You might want to consider losing some weight."
How mature. How utterly grown-up and fair-minded of you. I pissed you off, so you STALKED ME to my cash, waited until I was done, and then FOLLOWED me just so you could half-whisper an insult at me that really doesn't insult me in the slightest. I know that you've never been an ounce overweight in your life... the thing is, lady, I *know* I'm fat.... you're obviously COMPLETELY in the dark about being a bitch
(only thing that really pissed me off about this encounter is that my ex is standing there - he and I do our groceries together, and can't believe I've had the nerve to engage a stranger in conversation - if he'd had his druthers, I'd have minded my own damn business and left the counter guy to be roasted by the banshee instead)
I notice there are no roasted chickens out in the warmer
Bummer. I'm a bit disappointed, but apparently nowhere near how disappointed THIS woman was. I walk up and hear/participate in the following conversation:SW: What?? HOw can you not have any chickens done? IT'S FIVE THIRTY!!!!
kid: Well, I just got on shift, ma'am, but I'll see what I can do...
SW: That's hardly an excuse, is it? How could you possibly be so disorganized? It's the DINNER RUSH, and you have no hot food out?
Me: (somewhat quietly) It's not HIS fault, lady...
SW: (rounding on me) WHAT? I don't care WHOSE fault it is, There should have been chickens ready half an hour ago, and THIS KID didn't get them done...
Now walking up, I was literally watching the kid put on his apron and hat - he JUST got there. Kid, in fact, is now struck dumb by the drama unfolding in front of him LOL
Me: Well, it's hardly fair to blame him for something the previous shift did. Why don't you just go talk to the manager if you're that upset about it?
SW: (at this point, she's YELLING over me) What the hell business is it of yours anyway? Mind your own goddamn business, I'll speak to him however I please!
Me: Well, I'm just saying, it would be a lot more effective to speak to the manager than to yell at the counter staff as if they were five years old.
At this point I walked away, chickenless, and just wanting to leave the store. I was nearly BLIND with rage and stress - I really HATE confrontation, but I will not stand by and watch store staff be abused when they can't defend themselves without fearing for their jobs either. Crossed the store to the cash register, paid for my purchases and started pushing my cart away.....
Who comes up behind me? Yup. SW! She says in a really sweet tone, "I just wanted to thank you for your advice. I spoke to the manager, and he was most helpful."
Her parting shot?
"You're really fat. You might want to consider losing some weight."
How mature. How utterly grown-up and fair-minded of you. I pissed you off, so you STALKED ME to my cash, waited until I was done, and then FOLLOWED me just so you could half-whisper an insult at me that really doesn't insult me in the slightest. I know that you've never been an ounce overweight in your life... the thing is, lady, I *know* I'm fat.... you're obviously COMPLETELY in the dark about being a bitch
(only thing that really pissed me off about this encounter is that my ex is standing there - he and I do our groceries together, and can't believe I've had the nerve to engage a stranger in conversation - if he'd had his druthers, I'd have minded my own damn business and left the counter guy to be roasted by the banshee instead)
Where the hell did that come from?!"
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