It's been over six hours since the following incident occurred, and I'm still fuming.
I live in a fairly low income area.
You can walk anywhere you need (grocers, entertainment, food) and neighbors watch out for one another.
Our primary demographic is the elderly, disabled, and families awaiting housing.
Across the way a few blocks is one of those "dollar stores". My husband I frequently go there for the occasional gallon of milk or bread, and
recently they hired a shy and socially awkward young man.
I believe he has a slight learning disability, but he's very eager and very helpful and polite. He's also one of our neighbors here in the next
building and I see him around a lot in passing...he always smiles and asks my name because he forgets.
He works two part time jobs in the neighborhood at two separate locations, one being the aforementioned dollar store.
Tonight, after packing our two items and wishing us a nice evening, the woman in line behind us got her turn.
She asked for an item....something so obscure even I did not understand entirely what she meant...and when the cashier politely asked her to clarify
what she meant, she turned the volume on her voice up and started barking orders at this poor guy in even a more confusing and demanding manner,
because by golly, she just had to have the precious consumer item right...freaking...NOW
We were on our way out of the store when she let into this young man, and my blood instantly began to boil.
Now, understand something - this wasn't some drug addict or street junkie - this was a well dressed "professional woman" who had a new maroon Cadillac
parked right out front. I wonder, if this woman can't clearly communicate to a cashier clerk what she needs from a dollar store, how the hell in
god's name can she do any sort of professional work in order to afford such high payments on such an expensive luxury car?
She was virtually incoherent in her insistence for "the thing" and with every passing second she became ruder, more impatient, and louder.
Meanwhile, the cashier clerk is doing his best to find what she's looking for an apologizing that he doesn't understand what she means.
Meanwhile. I'm getting irate, really steamed off. My husband knows my temper runs hot and quickly tells me to move along and head home. He has
social anxiety pretty badly and doesn't want to get involved. Meanwhile, I'm getting madder and madder and realize I need to walk away before I get
myself in trouble, and there's no way I'm pulling my husband into that given his sensitivities.
There was no manager or other employees in sight during this entire altercation.
That young man is mildly disabled and didn't deserve that kind of treatment in any capacity.
My question to the fine citizenry of ATS is this:
What would you have done if you were in my shoes?
(I'm a little over five foot and wear a size 7...that woman could have beat me down with a single glare.)
We're all getting tired of bullies around here.
edit on 5/1/15 by GENERAL EYES because: fixed formatting