Saturday, May 24, 2008
For 6.25 An Hour..
I am allowed to have my world rocked by the Prejudiced Guy In the Busted Honda Civic. Perhaps having that shitty automobile makes his attitude understandingly rank. I had the pleasure of meeting this stooge at about 5:30 one morning on a Thursday. He was our first car, and sounded sweet on the earpiece of the system. When he got up to the first window and our eyes met, his expression changed from a smile to a grimace worthy of someone being given a lemon-juice enema from a rusty dildo. (He was the first to say this.) "You sounded like a white girl on the speaker." At first, I chuckled and said, "Well...." and "Hehehe." But he wasn't laughing. I was confused, and was stupid enough to say "Sorry" as he raced off to the next window after accepting his change as though my hand were diseased. I overanalyzed it over the next few hours. Sorry for what? Sorry for my voice belieing my skin color? Sorry that you were raised by parents who taught you that minorities should be treated like slaves? What in the fuckity fuck was I apologizing for? Sadly, I realized that this snarky bastard is a "regular". He generally came as soon as we turned on the parking lot lights, and loitered at the drive-thru board for as long as he possibly can and acts a motherfucking fool when somebody has to prod him to order. His total is never more than $1.07. About a week ago, he returned, and I really did not give a shit. I try to go out of my way to seem unaffected by his hateful aura. To avoid touching his hand, I folded up his .93 cents into his reciept in a neat rectangle and gave it to him. He responded by snatching it out of my hand and throwing the change into the passenger's seat of the car. I felt vile words bubbling at the back of my throat like Steel Reserve (next day) vomit, and I reeled away from the window, shocked by his disgust. I called Dilbert over to the window to pass out his Ham Omlette (Now, I've catagorized this as the Redneck Sang-wige). Dilbert gave him (or had it snatched) the sang-wige, and it's been about a week since I've seen him. He's one of the first true examples of racism that I've had directed toward me in my short life, and it made me feel dirty.