It’s late in the evening and my standard 45 minute commute has turned into an hour and a half. To top it off I I still have to go by the store and pick up groceries so as I am checking out.
One isle over is an obnoxious India (Asian Indian) guy. He is being checked out by a lady in her late fifties and as she finishes, he hands her some coupons and as she’s scanning them he starts screaming at the top of his lugs she’s stealing and mis-crediting the coupons (the intensity of the store goes up because of his ranting and the fact your don’t yell at “little old ladies in Redneck Texas towns”). So he’s got the whole store’s attention. He demands them back. She calmly explains they ring up based on the bar code and she can’t change them. He cuts her off starts ranting again and demands to speak to the manager. He starts screaming “I wana speek to the manjur! I wana speek manjur! I wana speek manjur!” The check out lady starts to break down, is in tears, blubbering.
(I started feeling like I needed to “step up to the plate”, there were about half a dozen high school football guys bagging groceries and this ass hole had their complete attention. The manager sees me, the “boys” and now BUBA on the isle down from me and we are all about to declare war on the loud mouth Indian MF. So she comes over to calm the guy down and it just makes him worse. By that time I have finished checking out and am ready to go. I felt like an ass for getting in that guy’s face. He making an old lady cry while she’s doing her job. Damn. I walked out right when I was starting to get interesting.
I wanted to kick his ass.