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Montains out of molehills.
Another fun night at Price Addition Planetary Souk.
It was by far the busiest Saturday we've had in weeks, and of course we were shorthanded. I was first cashier and had a line for most of the day. Despite this, people were mostly understanding and in a good mood. The beautiful weather we've been having might have something to do with this.
But onward.
I'm dealing with a mini-rush. Most of the crew is dealing with a furniture load-out in the back, so I'm pretty much on my on. That's when two guy walk up behind me.
Me: I'm the child of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia
AH: Asshat
AHF: Asshat's friend.
AH: "Hey man, can you get me some change?"
Me: In the middle of a transaction. I look over my shoulder and I see a wad of big bills, with a C-not on top. "Sorry, but I'm helping someone right this moment. I'll have to see if I have enough small bills to help you."
AH: "What? I just need some change man!"
Me: "I understand, but on weekends we need to be careful about giving out small bills. We can't get to the bank until Monday, so if we run out of 1's and 5's, were stuck. Give me a sec.."
AH: cutting me off "This is bullshit!"
In the meantime, AHF has been talking to a couple of customers.
AH: "Hey, if I bought something, you'd give me change, right?"
Me: "Yes sir, I would."
AHF: to AH "Yo, Asshat, this lady gave me some change, we can go.
AH: grabbing a bag of mixed nuts No, I'm going to buy something!" to me "what d'you think of that huh?"
Me: Keeps ringing
AH then proceeds to rant loudly that I hate Mexicans (to be honest, I couldn't even tell he was Latino, very light skinned), that he doesn't like the way I'm looking at him, and that I have to give him change. All this time, AHF keeps saying that he's got the change, and they can leave.
AH: "No, I'm going to buy this from this pendejo."
Why people assume I don't understand Spanish is a mystery to me.
Me: "No, you're leaving the store now. I'm refusing to serve you." Gets on PA calls a security code
AH: "Getting a manager? Good! Call the cops, I'm not afraid of jail! East side man! East side!"
East San Jose is known as a gang area. Big deal. I used to leave in the heart of Norteño XIII territory.
The Gypsy manager (who is actually Mexican) comes out, and lets this moron rant, before telling him that we don't have to give change and that he's being thrown out. As he and AHF leave, he's still chanting "East side!" over and over.
The best part came a few minutes later. The manager stayed up front to help me cut down the line, and a little old lady was talking to her about AH.
LOL: "I'm East side too. Is that supposed to mean something?"
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It was by far the busiest Saturday we've had in weeks, and of course we were shorthanded. I was first cashier and had a line for most of the day. Despite this, people were mostly understanding and in a good mood. The beautiful weather we've been having might have something to do with this.
But onward.
I'm dealing with a mini-rush. Most of the crew is dealing with a furniture load-out in the back, so I'm pretty much on my on. That's when two guy walk up behind me.
Me: I'm the child of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia
AH: Asshat
AHF: Asshat's friend.
AH: "Hey man, can you get me some change?"
Me: In the middle of a transaction. I look over my shoulder and I see a wad of big bills, with a C-not on top. "Sorry, but I'm helping someone right this moment. I'll have to see if I have enough small bills to help you."
AH: "What? I just need some change man!"
Me: "I understand, but on weekends we need to be careful about giving out small bills. We can't get to the bank until Monday, so if we run out of 1's and 5's, were stuck. Give me a sec.."
AH: cutting me off "This is bullshit!"
In the meantime, AHF has been talking to a couple of customers.
AH: "Hey, if I bought something, you'd give me change, right?"
Me: "Yes sir, I would."
AHF: to AH "Yo, Asshat, this lady gave me some change, we can go.
AH: grabbing a bag of mixed nuts No, I'm going to buy something!" to me "what d'you think of that huh?"
Me: Keeps ringing
AH then proceeds to rant loudly that I hate Mexicans (to be honest, I couldn't even tell he was Latino, very light skinned), that he doesn't like the way I'm looking at him, and that I have to give him change. All this time, AHF keeps saying that he's got the change, and they can leave.
AH: "No, I'm going to buy this from this pendejo."
Why people assume I don't understand Spanish is a mystery to me.
Me: "No, you're leaving the store now. I'm refusing to serve you." Gets on PA calls a security code
AH: "Getting a manager? Good! Call the cops, I'm not afraid of jail! East side man! East side!"
East San Jose is known as a gang area. Big deal. I used to leave in the heart of Norteño XIII territory.
The Gypsy manager (who is actually Mexican) comes out, and lets this moron rant, before telling him that we don't have to give change and that he's being thrown out. As he and AHF leave, he's still chanting "East side!" over and over.
The best part came a few minutes later. The manager stayed up front to help me cut down the line, and a little old lady was talking to her about AH.
LOL: "I'm East side too. Is that supposed to mean something?"
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However, when they said something really rude about a rather attractive lady there, I gave them the full-on stare with raised eyebrow... which is when one of them elbowed the other hard and muttered sotto voce, "Shut up, you moron! She can understand us!" The weird thing is, the other guy actually started to argue with him -- until he realized I'd just nodded agreement with the first guy.