So I was at Sears the other day with someone because we were killing some time before going somewhere that was nearby to the store. I wound up buying a pair of shorts and the person I was with bought a pair of jeans. So we go to checkout and there's this hispanic family (yes this is important to the story) in the middle of checking out at the only currently open register at the time in that area of the store. The kid working the register is this real timid feminine kid (I'm guessing in his late teens?).
So the person I'm with gets in line behind the family, and I get in line behind him. The family is taking a little while because they're returning a few things, and then doing another transaction to get a gift receipt for something else, not that either of us really cared. While we're waiting this middle aged guy dressed in a button up shirt with his gold chain showing throws some stuff down on the counter on the other side. WHILE the cashier is still ringing up the family, he starts asking the cashier questions about the shoes he wants to return and the shirts he wants to exchange. Then he stands there while the cashier starts to finish ringing up the family.
While he's waiting, his phone rings. He's being a complete pig while talking on the phone. Burping, scratching himself, talking OBNOXIOUSLY loud. Then he tells the person on the other end that he's trying to exchange some stuff but is stuck in line, and I QUOTE, "because of these freaking Puerto Ricans trying to get 10% off of a fucking 10 dollar purchase". I opened my mouth to say something, but decided to just ignore him since he didn't deserve even my negative attention.
Well, the family finishes up and leaves, and by this time, there's even ANOTHER person in line behind me. Now the person I'm with starts getting rung up, because it's BLATANTLY obvious that he's next in line. The guy then starts yelling at this poor cashier, asking why he "skipped" him. The person I'm with pipes up with "Um, you do realize there's a line?", to which he responds "Well I started a new line. I've got places to go. I'm a rolling stone."
At that point he's really starting to get on my nerves. So he sits there scowling for a bit, and then starts getting his stuff ready to scan. Then since I'm next in line I start getting rung up. At this point he slams his stuff down and starts basically having a hissy fit. By then I couldn't stay quiet any longer. So I looked over and told him that maybe if he wasn't such an impatient loudmouth racist asshole and actually got in line, that he might actually get rung up.
His response? He threw his shirts, both the ones he was returning and the ones he wanted across to the other part of the counter, and stormed away stomping with the shoes, giving all of us dirty looks as he left. The cashier apologized and we told him he did nothing wrong. I even told him about how I'm a retail manager, and told him that I was actually very impressed with the way he handled that guy and how he kept his cool. I don't know what happened after that because we had to leave, but I felt like standing near there looking at other stuff. Why? With that guy I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he complained to a manager and started completely making shit up. I just hope that kid didn't get any more problems from that asshole.
