kerble wrote:"Well, at least I've got a high paid gas station employee to tell me that."

I looked him dead in the eye.

"Well, yeah, but I own this place."

unsaved wrote:Around '85-'86 I worked at a fish market downtown that was frequented by politicians from city hall, various news reporters and "anchors", Reagan-loving yuppies and a steady stream of the most insufferable, demanding, entitled, crusty, forever complaining, pre-embalmed old widows who looked like they never worked a day in their life.

One day one of them (looking like Tammy Faye in her last months) approached the counter in her foul, mothball-smelling fur coat and, in a raspy voice said as usual, "what's wonderful today?" I told her we just got some nice fresh catfish in that morning. As I began describing the various tasty ways she (or her kitchen help) could prepare it, she cut me off and with a disgusted look on her face said, "that's for niggers".

I said nothing and immediately turned around and walked to the back cooler where there was always beer on ice. Fifteen minutes later I came out and the ignorant old twat was gone, most likely having been waited on by one of my co-workers who agreed with her.

Boombats wrote:

unsaved wrote:I said nothing and immediately turned around and walked to the back cooler where there was always beer on ice. Fifteen minutes later I came out and the ignorant old twat was gone, most likely having been waited on by one of my co-workers who agreed with her.

So your protest was to walk away and have a beer? Thanks a pantload.