I just got home from here. It's still bothering me what happened. I wish I would've seen the ladies name tag. She was on the first register. I'm gonna say quite frankly that I'm Caucasian and she was not. Which absolutely does not matter to me, but apparently it did to her. Something I've noticed about the south and I always ask but this time didn't is the emptying of baskets while they are on the belt. The lady asked me to take my stuff out of my basket before she would touch it. It happened to me one other time out of hundreds at a grocery store when I first moved here, but it just doesn't sit right with me. Also I started to get a really sick stomach from something I must have ate while walking around and just wanted to get home. So I was not at all my usually peppy self. The baskets right there just take the stuff out and scan it. It's almost like they do that or say that to get a little kick out of watching someone do it I guess. Otherwise it doesn't make any sense to me. There was no one else in line with me so it could not have been to help to make the line faster. Except the gentleman in front of me - as I was taking my things out of the basket she must've thought that I had an attitude because I absolutely did not. And I guess I say gentlemen nicely because his assistance to her making jokes about how I need Jesus was not hidden.
I was just taking my things out of the basket like she told me to do. Then she looked at the man in front of me and said something along the lines of "we gonna give them to Jesus yes sir, give them to Jesus" and then looked in my direction, laughed, rolled eyes and then he looked at me and they both continued to laugh and giggle and then he said "that's all you can do." They said a few other Jesus comments and laughed I can't remember what it was. By this point I just wanted to get home to the bathroom.
I mean, come on right in front of my face. I'm not stupid. I know you were talking about me. I'm sorry that's where you work and you're miserable and that's your entertainment. I'm sorry that you have to unload baskets and scan them because it's your job. I'm sorry that you think that because I'm a different skin color than you that I probably I have an attitude because I clearly do not. You don't even know me. What I do have is my feelings hurt and I'm never coming back inside that store again. You could've just been nice. You could've just scanned the stuff and moved along. You asked me how I was today and I said good ma'am how are you? Clearly, I don't have a problem with you. EVEN when you insult me and ask me to do half your job for you AND laugh in my face.
I'm sure your managers will listen to you say that I was angry and mean and all kinds of things because I'm not there to defend myself, but I wasn't. I was just a joke to you.
Anyhow, skip the store and go somewhere a little nicer. There's a couple good ones on river that don't treat me like crap. read more