Lemme say this - There are two organizations that you should NOT fuck with unless:
- You're able to spend millions of dollars defending yourself
- You're willing to sound like a paranoid schizophrenic once you start describing the organization's retaliatory actions to third parties
- You're ready to be destroyed
The organizations to which I'm referring are:
- Scientology
- Google
So if you're absolutely dying to know exactly what happened, shoot me an email and we can chat. I'm happy to tell you about it personally, I just don't want to make a big fucking post about it because that shit would just be walking into a mosque with a Salman Rushdie lunchbox.
Ok, enough of that and enough of the grandiose political shit - I have to take a second to get back to the siteroots and bitch about this fucking neighborhood I live in. I know we're getting a lot of international readers around here, but I have to keep it local for today so this might be a good post for yall to skip. I'm sure streetcarnage is doing a post about a mother sucking her daughter's dick and then doing pushups - knock yourselves out over there, take care.
So this shithole where I buy my lexapro, right? It's the RITE AID on the corner of 5th street and 7th avenue - you know it? It's probably one of my least favorite places on the planet. The place makes me hate blacks and puertoricans so much – I'm just so goddamn embarrassed when I walk in there – ashamed to share a general darkness and self-elected spokesmen with all the extra-slow employees who are 100% Chappelle Show show caricatures.
There's always a long-ass Soviet era line that stretches from the checkout-counter all the way back to the pharmacy, ONE FUCKING dominican cashier behind the counter going a mile an hour and yelling over to the film processing lady about her boyfriend.
that nigga pick me up cause i don't walk thru no rain but goddamn his room so small. he have his mama up in the front and his brotha cook but jus for theyself.
Why the fuck is there even a film lady? Why is she always unpacking boxes? I've never in my life seen anyone ask her about film. The poorest blackest katrina victim can afford a digital camera - they're 20 bucks! Can she not ring up a fucking customer???? If someone comes in asking about film, she can always go back to the film counter.
Meanwhile there are 10 other employees fuckin dusting boxes of Depends and those cheap-ass cassette tape cleaners and shit, doing jack shit while that ONE bitch is the only one at the checkout counter.
Anyway, this is only the usual environment. When I walked in Sunday afternoon however, it was at an all-time mindfucking worst: *every fucking isle* was impassible. It was so fucked up that I knew no one would believe me - so I took pictures:
(wow look at that one - it's Pulitzer-worthy. She couldn't give a FUCK if customers can get by. and there's no manager to supervise. Lord of the fucking FLIES son.)
See? Every fucking aisle completely impassible.
I couldn't fucking believe it. Now interestingly, as you can see, one of the aisles has this white lady just sitting on her ass in the middle of the aisle. I thought to mysself, what the fuck is that bitch doing just sitting there?
But then I realized exactly what she's doing - she is a product of the Barnes and Noble culture, which basically says that anyone can do anything at any time in their store - it doesn't matter whether they block the fucking aisles, or whether other people can get to the products to actually buy something.
Niggas sit in starbucks all fucking day with a $2.00 cup of tea. That's like 25 cents an hour - 1/4 the price of a parking meter.
And Barnes and Noble - oh my fucking god. 25% of the books are bent and sticky from niggas readin em with colds and shit, puttin 'em back on the shelves, buyin' em and readin em and then returnin em, it's chaotic like lehman bros over there.
Does anyone have any inside knowledge on whether this strategy actually pays off for Barnes and Noble and Starbucks? It has to, right? ...or they would have repealed it 10 years ago. I mean, these are billion dollar businesses and they're not just doing it to be hippies - it's calculated as a mutherfuck: The strategy is to create a branded experience so "all good" that people use it as a hang-out - but does that fucking convert to sales?? Seriously, anyone have the answer?
Hypocrite note: I take my kids to that B&N little kids section all the time - let 'em run around like little psychos and read every book - but I'm extra careful to make them put everything back so that people don't shake their heads and say "fuckin shfatas. there goes the neighborhood." Who gives a shit - I say it anyway about the real blacks.
One other question - Can someone who's white please tell me the truth? Whenever I see black people acting retarded - whether they're letting their kids throw books at Barnes and Noble or unpacking film boxes while there are 8000 people on line at Rite Aid - no white people ever seem to make eye contact with me during that timeframe.
I do try to make eyecontact with yall, so that I can shake my head and give ya a "these fuckin monkeys" look – but no one will ever look at me.
So the question is this - do yall shake your heads at each other when there are only white customers around? Or is park slope so fucking PC that you're not even allowed to do that with each other because you might get busted for criticizing blacks. Do you purposely NOT shake your heads when there's a black customer on line with you?
Will you do me a huge favor and shake your head next time this happens – even if there are black people on line? We hate the niggers too. I'm sure you must do it when I'm not there, and it makes me feel left out. I may be blackish, but I'm still a New Yorker: Human camaraderie helps me cope with tough situations.
There goes the neighborhood; Answer my questions!
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I'd make eye contact and shake my head, but I'm the dude that will just drop all the shit he just picked up and get the fuck out the store once he sees Yoleni Martinez working the register at the slowest rate possible.
I'm sure people are going to come up with "you think you've got it bad..." brinkmanship stories, & hell, I'll even interject that pretty much all drugstores are freakishly awful. BUT. That one is especially terrible. I swing by it once every few months when I'm at the spot in the Venn diagram where "oh wait, I need some XYZ," & "I forget how awful this place is" overlap.
When I see parents letting their kids run amok in a public place while they keep shouting their names in an ineffectual attempt at discipline, (but not actually looking up from their New York Times while they sip their frappicinos), I hate ALL those dumbasses, color be damned.
I would like to remind mordicai that the pharmacist there gave him hundreds of dollars of free antibiotics after his insurance-less facial reconstructive surgery, and that should help temper his dislike of the place.
-mordicai's wife
Word G, if those bitches were any dumber they'd be running for vice pres.
An alternative to Barnes and Noble when it's raining/too hot. Brooklyn Children's museum in Crown Heights. St Mark's and Brooklyn Ave. There we can truly separate the scared white ladies from the nervous but tolerant. There's more to do than just Thomas the Train and no guilt about fuckin shit up, cause all the Shvartzers and Chassids already are.
Oh and you can drive there and they have $10 valet parking for the Park Slopers that won't walk/take the train to a black neighborhood.
When my wife was going through 36 hour labor last year (I swear she is the strongest woman alive)I practically lived out of that rite aid and in my nervous about to be a new dad state got in two fights with same retarded as fuck cashier...in the same day.
I hate that store and hope it burns to the ground, but spares B&N. Once the little one started walking, that store became my rain day savior. But I must say, i've seen a couple fucked up toddler fights at the Thomas train track, one including my 14 month (at the time) daughter straight mush some 3 yr old who tried to take her train.
the next fight's going up on youtube.
I think it has less to do with the racial aspect of it (though that certainly plays a part), than with the Upper-Class Northern European Manner of Dealing with Uncomfortable Situations, which is to ignore the shit out of it hoping that it will go away. Any acknowledgment of said Situation (even a head shake!) is discouraged for fear it will prolong the situation. Go about your business, whistle a tune and Think of England.
Park Slope, with its social climbers (and subsequent aping of their morals), often resorts to this problem "solving" style as default. Which explains why the kid screaming at the top of his lungs in your favorite restaurant seems to be getting a pass from his blase parents. They're just dealing with the situation in the only way they know how.
New York, with its long history of immigration and cultural mixing, does not solely rely on the UCNEMDUS (uhc-NEM-dus). There's also: Get Really Belligerent and Up in Somebody's Face, Punch a Motherfucker in the Jaw, and the ever popular Just say Asshole.
In summary, they aren't avoiding your gaze just because you're black, but because they don't want to "cause a scene", and would rather go up in flames than actually confront a potentially uncomfortable situation.
Unless it has to do with somebody disrespecting their kids. Then they will fuck your shit up.
Drat. You've got me there, Jennifer. Since we're talking about it though, can I mention that they had shelved their pregnancy tests next to the SOUP last time I needed one? Alright, alright, how about this: can we divide our contempt for the front & our respect for the back? Pharmacy represent!
mordicai, is that why you wear a facemask in your icon?
facial reconstruction? what like "Face Off?" - and Jennifer, how could u just out him on bn.com??
@jjdaddy o,
True, I hate them all too, but the blacks are usually worse.
Obviously the white yuppies sre infamous for lack of kid control, but all else being equal the black kids are undoubtedly more destructive.
I'm french and i read your shit entirely. (kuddos to that, yay!)
Here in paris you'd shake your head and go "fucking monkeys".
but within yourself.
People NEVER make any contact here, except if they are old or poor or insane.
So I can't really say if I would do so with some black or mideastern/north african person. I guess I would : I'm poor and I read your local blog (not very sane coz' I don't even live in NYC)
Alas no, Mister Byrd. That icon is from our own little New Years Masquerade; I really should put another one up, shouldn't I? No, the plastic surgeon did a good job Humpty Dumpty-ing my face back together again. Brass Knuckles, for those curious.
I can't believe i'm typing tihs...
but i'd like to hear more from Mordicai.
Tell the goddamn story Mordicai - exactly what happened?
Do white people in Park Slope ever make eye contact with you? I'm pretty sure those suburban bastards all think you're ready to beat them like a monkey if they challenge you or something.
Whenever I see a black person/black people act in a less than agreeable fashion (reciting rap lyrics aloud on a crowded subway, preaching the gospel, general rambling, mugging me, etc) I am always quick to locate any respectable looking black person nearby and observe his/her reaction. Since a single black person is somehow capable of representing the entire black race, it's nice to get a second opinion.
@anonymous 11:07
Honest and well-said. made my day, thanks.
pulitzer-worthy indeed.
That first image is nothing short of a masterpiece.
Oh shit! Barnes & Noble culture. No lie, son. I used to work at a B&N and we'd take bets who would drop a stack of books on ladies like that and stuff. Our B&N was in a very upscale neighborhood and we'd treat all the customers like they were doing us a favor buy letting us sell stuff to them. Sometimes we wouldn't sell stuff to them unless they said "hello." Here's the best part: they take it. Nine out of ten times they'd let us treat them like crap. That tenth was all up in the manager's customer is always right ethos though. My nametag said, "LaTyrone Jackson Kaluffi" and I wore a huge afro. Ahh the days...
@ty, your post is almost funny, but the you typoed and it makes no sense whatsoever.
you contradict yourself midway through. please re-read, correct errors, and re-submit.
I could give a fuck who does what (with regards to color) I'm actually from Brooklyn, born there in the mid seventies, went to public (admittedly nerdy, magnet) school in Manhattan during that charming time (90-94) in NYC when hunting season on white boys was in full effect...
At any rate, dearest BN, while I find your blatant disregard (and quite effective attacks) for and on the rampant PC bullshit that is Park Slope and her environs, ever so motherfucking refreshing, I think a little something is lost when the blame is put on race, i.e Black, Puerto Rican, etc.
I know, I know, how unfunny and blase, but I've just got to be the contrarian in every situation, even here.
When the blame is put on race, then it just becomes an excuse, or a stupid temporary vent that doesn't create any solutions.
I hate stupid, lazy, dirty, destructive, thoughtless, whiny, useless, loud, obnoxious people, period. Whether it's the local cashier, an "I only see the cuteness in my child's unecessary bullshit" parent, or my Aunt Mitzy.
I agree fully with your distaste for pc assholes, we see eye to eye on that. But please, don't squander your razor thin crosshairs by missing the target.
short, female jew here. I open my mouth and say (out loud), are you the only cashier? That gets the people in line to join in and complain.
I'm white. I make a decent living. But, I'm a bit of a cheapskate when it comes to everyday items like toilet paper, etc. That's why I have no problem going to Wal-Mart or Rite Aid for basic ass shit. Lot's of people go to Wal-Mart and Rite Aid for basic ass shit. White people, poor people, rich people, black people, and homeless people. Due to both establishments having a rep for cheap product I expect both places to attract poor ass customers and bad customer service. Both go hand-in-hand with cheap peasant products. However, since I expect both of these things before I enter the store I usually can take the 20-min checkout wait and the loud, ghetto patrons/employees. This is why white people won't give you that look. If you were in Nordstrom's or something, you'd get a fucking look prob 90% of the time. Expectations are fucking different up in that joint. The other 10% would think it was hilarious and/or pretend to be sensitive-to-"different cultures"-even-though-they'd-give-massive-stink-eye-shit-to-white-kids-in-the-same-situation.
Barnes & Noble is tricky ass joint. Everything looks clean-ish and smart (prob because it's a fucking book store), but everyone knows the rules: You can read books and mags for free, sit on the floor, chill in a chair if you can find one, and pretty much do anything you want. Homeless people know the rules, whites know the rules, blacks know the rules, etc. Shit, I go to Barnes & Noble with my iPhone and take pictures of interesting magazine articles, so I can read them later for free online. Barnes & Noble doesn't give a shit because they figured out how to make money while doing all this.
This is where I get back to expectations. Since all B&N patrons know the rules, we let each other abuse them without giving each other looks or hating. While I'm fucking taking snapshots of mags with my iPhone, I don't give a fuck that a smelly ass homeless man is taking a nap in a chair while pretending to read a book. I'd do the same thing if I was homeless. We all feel like we are secretly taking advantage of Barnes & Noble, so we don't rat each other out. All while B&N is counting it's money.
BN - it depends on the setting. In your situation, I'd be lookin for the nod. However, if my skinny ass was the only white boy in a room full of thug-lookin muthafuckas, self-preservation instincts would kick in and my gaze would stick towards the ground, no-pussy. Actually, I guess that does kinda make me a pussy, but a healthy, gunshot wound-free pussy
Representing virtually invisible white 40-ish women, what I usually do is: 1) stay the fuck out of that godforsaken Rite Aid because I have never gone in there without losing whatever faith in humanity I may have been carefully cultivating for weeks and weeks, and 2) if some brownish people are acting nutty or irresponsible or rude, I look around for a middle-aged black woman, make eye contact, and follow her lead. She shakes her head, then so do I.
You really have got to take your prescription up the hill one more block and over to 8th & 8th where the nicest, smartest, most helpful pharmacist on the planet, Brian, has his non-chain pharmacy. Dude practically memorizes his customers' insurance group plan numbers. He knows what you need before you come in. I'm tellin' ya. You'll walk out of there whistling Mary Poppins tunes.
Not to be older-than-old-school but when we lived in PS a long time ago (upstairs from India House! worst curry ever!) and we saw them starting to dig the foundations of that building in the vacant lot that used to be there (yes, an actual dusty, unpaved vacant lot in the heart of what was then the South Slope) I said to my girlfriend, "here come the white people." Of course this was at a time when we told people from down by president street that we lived in park slope, and when they heard we were on 7th and 7th, they'd be like, "I guess. Barely." and 9th Street was the strict cutoff point.
There was a bookstore on 7th Ave between 8th & 9th and when that guy saw that B&N was coming, he closed up as quick as he could, didn't even try to fight em. The old-school pharmacy on the corner next to D'Agostinos lasted a little longer but eventually could not resist the Rite Aid's awesome powers.
To be fair, I was one of the baby gentrifiers, in the early 90s, but we mostly just ruined old-man bars for the locals and commandeered tables at the awful greasy spoon on 9th and 7th. It would take worse people, with more money and less shame to really start ruining the neighborhood. Us, we got the fuck out when we started house shopping in 98 and were shown a wood frame house in 14th & 5th for 245K where the back of the house was literally falling off. Of course, now that seems like a ridiculous bargain.
The reason no white people make eye contact is that it's nearly impossible for us to tell the Sidney Poitier Guess Who's Coming to Dinner Credit to their Race Negroes from the Willie Hortons of the world. From vast experience on public transit, at sporting events and at movies white people - and I speak for all of us but the coalburners - know that they're is nothing more volatile than an Urban Coloreds. Just ask Bernhard Goetz.
We need some kind of signifier that'll bring about the MLK/Rodney King ideal of all just getting along- so that we can all of us Ofay and Twinky, Sell-out and Self-hating Jew learn to shake our heads collectively at some back molar gum snapping caramel colored stretch marked tube top wearing lee press on nail sporting neck tattoo having minimum wage chain store monkeys.
We should wait and see what happens once Obama is elected.
As far as the post menopausal entitlement queen parked on her labial pemmican in the aisle while she has an Oprah book club moment, I think this phenomenon is a result of vast influxes of suburbanites. There's more room out there in Pleasant Valley and you are never blocking a sidewalk with your stroller or impeding my hangover with Family Circus type meandering all over the place. Most Americans' training in how to use public space happens at a mall. It's like the early scenes in Logan's Run, only Cinabbon scented.
You can't deprogram decades of consumerist entitlement by moving it upscale to Brooklyn - as BN is painfully discovering.
anon 12:37
hmmmm... bn didn't blame it on race, did he?
i think that rather, bn is once again marking a truism no one else will: these cashiers are almost always darker citizens, and are almost always slow and surly. fact, sorry.
it's hard to stay too mad at B&N when you stop to think that there are hardly any retail bookstores left in New York. And Park Slope's lost pretty much all of its used bookstores in the last few years. Then again, it's partially B&N's fault that those stores are gone, but still...
As far as eye contact goes, usually in those situations (where someone is fucking up big time), I'm irritated with all homo sapiens, and am not really looking to have a moment of eyeball-commiseration with my fellow man. Part of the problem in stores like that is often a stupidity of customer as well, of people who don't know how to successfully and swiftly conclude a retail transaction. People are all like, "Wait, I thought THIS Ensure was on sale. If it's not, then I just want THIS OTHER Ensure, and then this cereal. Also I have coupons. And I need you to take five dollars in cash and put the rest on my ATM. Declined? What? I just put money in there! Okay, here's a twenty."
That Rite Aid is literally THE WORST STORE I HAVE EVER BEEN TO!!
No joke, the pics bn posted actually make it look good compared to what I've seen. Usually looks like a hurricane just blew through...
As for eye contact... fuck that... whenever kids are being crazy and annoying (regardless of color) it's all I can do not to want to smack the shit out of them. If I were to make eye contact with anyone in that situation I'd be afraid we'd just nod to each other an then start a-swattin' in unison.
Then I'd look like the asshole...
I don't know what's worse, that ferdydurke can't tell the difference between Dr John Wade Prentice and Willie Horton, or that you had to pick a fictional black person to represent the good.
Let me clue you in, cuz: Black people are what black people do. I think it's probably rare that anyone acting a fool in public is actually brushing up on his Stanislavsky Method...yeah, I just done some research. Seems like some dude named Jean-Paul Sartre has been saying that same thing about white people for like, 15 years now or something. Go figure.
So hey, Mr. Nigger: why don't black people tip for shit at restaurants?
@Ferdydurke, wow I just made an 80's flavor Slurpee in my pants, now it just needs Adnan Kashoggi sprinkles!
you bitches are lucky, at least you get to have a racial moment while in line, I gotta deal with the worst of the whites at my local Walgreens. Luckily I don't take any legal prescriptions so i'm not often in there but my local is staffed by some casualty who normally relaxes at home with 74 cats and a sweater with cats on it. This oxygen stealer has a fucking beard, not a few missed lady hairs, a beard and has they gall to coquettishly makes eyes while i'm trying to buy razor blades and Astroglide. You 60 year old whore! How dare you gaze upon my succulent visage with your twinkly chin pubes. My only solace will be if you get sideswiped by a truck with zero damage to the truck because your ledger is too stacked in liabilities for even the addition on a 5 cent .22 round.
Sorry, point being, I am happily racist because i hate my own race the most. Whites are the worst people on earth, believe!
oh yeah, quickly, when the whites sit in the aisle of B&N and you say "excuse me" and they do the little butt shuffle by 1/2 mm move. Pick your way over them making sure to kick them hard in the kidney on the way the then immediately say "oh! sorry". They will never say shit because you won the passive-aggressive faggot battle. Or boot them square in the face, but only if you're rich like me.
@ horse
I'm sorry that I had to choose a fictional Negro. But ever since OJ, I'm taking the cautious approach. Maybe we should all get to vote for racial Goofus and Gallant tropes for our respective races. Essentialism has its place, sometimes.
But we all read our own sub-groups better. I can only tell if a ghey is actually ghey if he is blatantly sissy-hipped and flouncy. Or if they're sucking my dick.
As far as telling if Chocolate Thunder in the business suit is one grape soda away from going berserker on my ass, I'm equally at sea. Plus many whites experience Random Negro Fatigue from the interactions we have daily on the street. We'd rather avoid eye contact and think about white stuff instead. We can get our RDA of good negro from reading Edwidge Danticat, it's quieter.
Truthfully, the women sitting in the aisle is a bigger issue for me, because I expect whiteys -just not my immediate family - to be reasonable. Except during World Wars and in Church. But the unreasonable entitled whiteys - as well as the neo-con ones etc - muddy the waters of hatred for me. Rather just keep it on an ethnic tip. In this economy, taking time out of our hectic days to parse my misanthropy could needlessly complicate things.
I might be able to shed some light on the subject...
On the macro scale, every major brick & mortar retailer knows exactly how many people need to purchase exactly how much product per square foot of retail space available and this all flows back to exactly how much monkey-power is needed at what hour behind the counter. These metrics are based on store geography and demographics and small overhead adjustments are made between marketing and advertising expenditures and floor plan readjustments in order to accommodate increasing or decreasing sales revenues.
A micro model is the restaurant. Let's say a family camps out far too long at my favorite Blue Ribbon table as I anxiously wait by the bar. The longer I wait, the more prone I am to settle my desire to punt a titsucker into yesteryears. More than likely, I will absolutely need 2 $12 scotches to suppress such whims. That's why the bar's up front: when people feel comfortable in a space, there's a higher propensity to purchase things. And, let's say I'm a non-drinker, it's still okay: for every 2.5 titsuckers wasting space and eating $9 mac 'n cheeses, there's 2 parents getting loaded on $60 zin, $40 lobster, and $20 steamers - markups averaging around 350% (those prices are insane). So, fools that actually waste money on needless goods are simply providing extra room to monkey motherfuckers who whack off, plain sight, in commercial establishments.
Ladies 'n gents, the same principles apply to places like Starbucks - notice the food, drinks, and registers are uncomfortably close to the entrance walls. For every hour your local crack addict wipes his dirty ass shat all over the cracks in the bathroom stall, 25.7 big swinging dicks have shuffled through the doors purchasing 33 $3 mocha flavored laxatives - only costing Starbucks a total of $1.50 to produce them all. If the suits actually had to walk past the addict and his shatty crack to get their fix, they'd never buy shit.
So now we are talking Park Slope, and since bitches be camping out in the Rite Aid aisles, you can expect a decrease in workforce to accommodate for the decreased space. Eventually the metrics will let them know that the decreased space has led to decreased sales and, thus, sucka bitches get laid off. This only lengthens the lines. However, if they construct a cafe (yeah right) or a sitting area like they have at CVS (on 9th), the likelihood is increased consumer flow leading to increased sales and employment positions. Lines would quicken, and eventually Rite Aid would become a pleasant place to shop. But beware! Increased chain store employment opportunities is directly proportional to an increase in stank fucks moving to your block.
In short, all BN really needs is for the motivated readers to click his advertisements so I don't have to.
Sure we were rude but we were also surprised that so many customers accepted this behavior (maybe this is true for Blognigger's Rite Aid story). It became like the Stanford Prison Study and we (employees) were the guards.
We worked in a store and disliked our customers as my friends who work in TV mostly hate TV. Interesting how we find ourselves in situations were we're biting the hands that feed but don't really give a damn.
I truly wouldn't think "monkeys" - I would think "assholes" - much as I would of the insane woman SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF A DUANE READE AISLE. I see entitled behaviour from all races/social classes. all people suck.
Hey man.
I would say that white people definitely make eye contact and shake their heads in bemusement at some really antic black mothafucka on the train, in RiteAid, etc.
Do yourself a favor and check out the bodega on the corner of 8th ave and 12th street. Its full of useless overpriced organic shit and the bitchiest puerto rican morons you've ever had the misfortune to encounter. Its like a perfect storm of everything that blows about shopping in Park Slope. You'll go back into CVS and think its fucking Brooks Brothers or something.
I work at Target (hate to sound like braggard) and the racial breakdown is as follows:
Black Kids: While they do have a notorious reputation, I've yet to see what all the fuss is about. For the most part, black parents keep shit in line, delivering mouth smacks as needed.
Asian Kids: Little angels. No more to say.
White Kids: These little hell turds are almost as bad as it comes. I don't know whose worse the little Dakotas and Hunters or their worthless parents who either ignore the kids or follow them around whining about their behavior.
Hispanic Kids: THE WORST. I don't know what it is about these people, but they shit out the loudest, messiest spawn of all the races combined. One Mexican child in your store is equal to at least three whites.
I live in California, about 10 miles east of LA, and there doesn't seem to be many slow/dumb/distracted black cashiers out here. Those positions are reserved for Mexican women. I've had a couple of similar situations though.
Once, I was in a line behind a huge black guy. Not fat, more like a linebacker type guy. My first impression was "there's a big REAL MAN", but then he starts having a problem with the price of something and applying a coupon to something else. So he clogged up the line for 3 minutes over 55 cents, and my impression of him then was "this guy is acting like an 8 year old". I don't know if that was nigger-esque, or just a case of a big guy that can't do math and wasn't paying what he expected.
At Walmart there are a few black women cashiers. I usually try to judge which line will move faster and go with that one. One time, I got in the line with the black woman cashier, BUT, there where also black women customers in front of me. Well, I learned to avoid that, because out of nowhere a bunch back and forth conversation about nothing starts between the cashier and the customers. I don't think they even knew each other.
I'm mostly concerned about the speed and efficiency of getting out of the store. Those are the two memorable moments when black folk have held me up. Its usually some dipshit white guy using an ATM card for $4.37, and he has to swipe the card twice and enter the PIN 3 times. That's a case of "white nigger oughta carry around some CASH!"
I fucking hate that. Especially when I'm going to buy extra small white guy condoms.
I think you're being overly sensitive BN. I try to avoid rabble rousing because, though I don't often have to deal with the general public, my fellow employees do and I feel for them. I am ocassionally present for these mob uproars and there is always one relentless asshole who is never satisfied. I don't know which is worse:the rabble rousing horse's ass or the people who would have otherwise been satisfied with what recompense was being offered before the RR asswipe started bitching.
Of course, when I am on the rabble side of the situation, I am perfectly willing to participate in a mutual headshake and even speak up when it's warranted. I will ally with any fellow customer with whom I happen to make eye contact, no matter their color as long as they are not being an unreasonable, out-of-control dickwad. Bad service is bad service and when nothing is being done to rectify the situation, I won't pretend to be indifferent because the cashiers are black or Puerto Rican and there are other blacks or PRs in line. The commonality of our treatment as customers trumps any assumed racial alliance. This is what I have found, at least.
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