From where quality comes first...
Jan. 19th, 2006 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
netquiddlerDon't try to push your luck, just get out of my way...
Guess who was back in my line today? Yep, that's right, the lady that was described here.
She was with her three-year-old daughter, and was behind a customer who just happened to be of color. I get done with him, and when he gets out of earshot, the following conversation took place.
Her: Purell your hands.
Me: Ma'am, if I had meat juice on my hands, I'd borrow some Purell, as I have none. But I don't.
Her: What are you trying to do, get my kid infected with n***** germs?
Me: *jawdrop*
Her Kid: Mommy? What's a n*****?
Me: Young lady, that's a very evil word that you should never say in public. *glares at mother* Ma'am, I find it deplorable that you think that just because the last customer I had was of color, that my hands need to be sanitized so your kid does not get N-word germs. Last I checked, the Declaration of Independence said all men were created equal. This is 2006, not the 1860s. Now, if you'll refrain from making racist comments, I'll be happy to serve you. But if I hear one more racist line out of you, I WILL have you banned from the store. Comprende?
Her: *looks horrified* I want a manager!
Me: *pages over the intercom* I have a code whiskey, tango, foxtrot, at register 6?
Manager: What seems to be the problem?
Her: He was rude to me!
Manager: Okay, we'll take case of this. Just ring her up.
Me: Okay. *rings her up and is done with her*
They asked for my side of the story later, and the next time she comes into the store, she will be told that she is banned.
Guess who was back in my line today? Yep, that's right, the lady that was described here.
She was with her three-year-old daughter, and was behind a customer who just happened to be of color. I get done with him, and when he gets out of earshot, the following conversation took place.
Her: Purell your hands.
Me: Ma'am, if I had meat juice on my hands, I'd borrow some Purell, as I have none. But I don't.
Her: What are you trying to do, get my kid infected with n***** germs?
Me: *jawdrop*
Her Kid: Mommy? What's a n*****?
Me: Young lady, that's a very evil word that you should never say in public. *glares at mother* Ma'am, I find it deplorable that you think that just because the last customer I had was of color, that my hands need to be sanitized so your kid does not get N-word germs. Last I checked, the Declaration of Independence said all men were created equal. This is 2006, not the 1860s. Now, if you'll refrain from making racist comments, I'll be happy to serve you. But if I hear one more racist line out of you, I WILL have you banned from the store. Comprende?
Her: *looks horrified* I want a manager!
Me: *pages over the intercom* I have a code whiskey, tango, foxtrot, at register 6?
Manager: What seems to be the problem?
Her: He was rude to me!
Manager: Okay, we'll take case of this. Just ring her up.
Me: Okay. *rings her up and is done with her*
They asked for my side of the story later, and the next time she comes into the store, she will be told that she is banned.
