reminds me one time I was waiting in line at a thrift store (in Chicago)...
one cashier in the whole place.
while this older lady was being rung up she kept asking the cashier to see items behind the counter...
she did it like 3 times and by this point the line had started to wrap around the corner.
I go "excuse me maam, would you mind looking at the items to the side so the line can be taken care of".
This lady turned around lookin like Aunt Eshter and I was Fred Sanford....
She called me every mutherfukker in the book...
told me to mind my business and then turned around and went back to asking for items behind the counter
I hit the
I wanted to smack the shyt out of her...
but I knew a situation like this could easily happen
fukked up thing about it was we were the only black folks in the whole place