Nahsty Person
I just went to the Rite Aid to pick up some beer. The person in line ahead of me was buying two tubes (don’t know if that’s the right word) of Revlon Pecan Lip Liner. The woman behind the counter rang this woman up. The phone rang at Rite Aid. The customer’s cell phone rang. Each of them grabbed their respective phones.
The customer mumbled something into her cell and looked at the screen of the cash register. “These are supposed to be buy one, get one half off,” she said. “Hello, Rite Aid,” said the employee, in an Apu accent. “These are supposed to be buy one, get one HALF OFF,” the customer reiterated, into her cell phone. “Yah,” the employee said, realizing that the woman was talking to her. “You got half off,” then, into her phone, “yes, we sell batteries.” The employee pointed to the screen, where it clearly showed that the customer had gotten her discount. “These are SUPPOSED TO BE BUY ONE, GET ONE HALF OFF!” the customer shouted, in between muttered mumblings to her phone partner. “Yah!” the employee answered. She smacked her index finger repeatedly against the register screen. “You got one half off!” The customer lost it. “I KNOW!” she shouted, and then stormed away from the counter and out of the store. The employee and I followed the woman out the door with our eyes.
I put my 6 pack on the counter and tried to appear friendly. The employee shook her head with distaste. “What a nahsty person,” she said, still watching the door.
This is what’s funny about this story: 1) the employee made a severe and serious condemnation of the customer’s character while speaking in an Apu accent, and 2) someone called Rite Aid to see if they carried batteries.
