We have our fair share of those people. I was standing in line at the butcher in our grocery store the other night and the typical gawdy, jewelry-laiden middle aged woman was in front of me. She wasn't there to place an order.
"I was here earlier and I wanted some smoked ham cut into thin pieces and one of those mexicans you have here cut it into huge pieces! You wanna tell me what I'm going to do with huge pieces? It ruined our lunch!"
The butcher looked at her and calmly apologized and then asked, "can I get you another order of the ham?"
"No! That's not the point. I came home to have lunch and we couldn't make the sandwiches. It was one of those mexicans you have here. That's all you guys have here, anyways. He probably couldn't even understand me. I don't care which mexican it was, I just want someone else to help me next time!"
"Ma'am, we actually don't have any mexicans working here. There are some Honduran employees, some Peruvians and a few Costa Ricans."
"What does the matter to me? You need more americans, not mexicans!"
And she stormed off as the butcher and I stared at each other in disbelief.
"I'll have some of that chicken breast. Don't bother slicing it."
It blows my mind that someone starts their life as a virtually clean slate and somehow end up like that bitch. What happens?
"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
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