Single greatest moment of my cashiering life was the racist bitch who turned to the mother and daughter behind her and used tje “ We’re in America use English” line, and the mother deadpanned “ I’m teaching my daughter (insert tribal name I missed it). Its Native American you racist (insert another word I totally did not catch but was obviously a superb insult because her daughter gasped out loud and stared at her mom in shock and awe). Why dont you go back to England or wherever The hell your ancestors came from.” The dude behind her slow clapped with a big ass grin, I couldn’t help but snicker, and the thoroughly humiliated lady glared at me and left to go sputter at my manager in indignation for my ‘unprofeasional behavior’ because I was the only one left she could direct her anger at. I didn’t even care because that burn was so fucking epic.
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