Last week, I went to the grocery store for some fresh catfish nuggets.
The dude behind the counter in the seafood section happened to be a hispanic guy.
There was a Black chick in front of me.
The guy was finishing up her order when all of a sudden, his cell phone rings.
He answered it and seemed very concerned.
Black chick: "Aye!!!! You need to come on nah!!!! I ain't got time for this shyt!!!! I got thangs to do!!!"
Seafood Dude: "Here's your order, ma'am."
Black chick (just received her order of steamed crab legs): "Man, you can't be on the phone like that!!! Don't play with people time!!"
Seafood Dude: "I'm so sorry ma'am. But that was my family from Venezuela. My father is in the hospital and........"
Black chick: "I don't give a damn!!! You here to do a job!!!"
And I'm there looking at her like, "bytch, you got you order. Now leave."
She finally left.
Seafood Dude: "How can I help you, Sir?"
Me: "I need a pound of catfish nuggets."
Do you know that nga gave me TWO extra pounds of catfish nuggets for the price of one pound?!!!
Seafood Dude: "I appreciate your patience. Thank you so mush."
Me: