At Starbucks near Lincoln Center after Taiyo Na performance. I’m waiting on line, in front of me a White women, who was purchasing 2 bags of some shit, and her form of payment was credit card. So procedure goes, you give the cashier the credit card he swipes it, and when it is approved and cleared the cashier will give it back to the customer. So the Cashier had just swiped the card and was waiting for the approval and the woman goes ” I don’t need the receipt” and the Cashier says politely ” I’m waiting for it be approved before I can give you back the card. While waiting for this to happen the women, goes APE SHIT. She jumped and reached her hand over and ripped her credit card from the Cashiers hand, and grabbed the stuff she bought and stuffed in her bag and walked away. The Cashier in awe turns and speaks to the manager and says what is her problem. The women looks at me and says, he does this every time, gives me a hard time and shit, and i’m looking at her going ” Lady I don’t give a fuck, i just saw u pull some retarded shit and look like a fucking un civilized and impolite and fucking retarded bitch shit,what the fuck is your problem.” Then she walks away, and the manager goes to talk to her. I go to the Cashier and he looks frustrated, and me being the good human being says, “what the hell is that woman’s problem” you know to make him feel like he didn’t do anything wrong cause i feel you friend, your working hard and she gives you this shit. Then after i get my over priced iced tea that i couldve bought in bottled form, for cheaper and sweeter, I saw the manager talking to the lady as if it were the cashiers fault. I’m walking by going wtf, this bitch is crazy, its the crazy white lady’s fault, dont fucking apologize, if i were the manager, I would’ve told the bitch never to come back and refuse service to her if she ever came in again. But that’s just me.
STORY 2
I’m on the 7 train back from Dragon Boat Practice. It is Sunday, and happenly same day as the Dominican Day Parade. On the train were a quiet group you know a normal train ride, no crazy bum, no smelly hobo, no mugging, just normal. As the train approached and pulled into Junction BLVD. there began a loud ruckus, and all of a sudden a bum rush of Dominicans decked out in dominican republic shirts, flags, and one even had some sort of instrument. As they got onto the train, it scared the shit outta all the people cause it was calm and quiet and then all of a sudden the elephant in the room jumps in. The group of people seemed like a mob, cause they were banging on the ceiling making a lot of noise and shit. As i got off the train at my stop, the man next to me, got up also and ran off the train in fear of these people. I applaud the Dominicans for such pride in their culture, but seriously, do you really need to make a ruckus on the train. Your on the way to the parade make the ruckus there, disturbing the peace. A way to make your culture proud is to not make it seem like your a bunch of hoodlums on the train trying to intimidate people. Go stay in school, excel, graduate, and become a productive member of society, not the damn guy serving me my McDonalds.
