It had been slow-ish, and I was sitting as Magpie was off getting tea. My other friend, Artist, was sitting in a rolling chair we have, drawing.
Now, this rolling chair is also offered to our customers who have trouble standing, and is offered to anyone who has a walker/wheelchair/otherwise unable to stand for a long time.
So in came King Bigot. He was morbidly obese (like a fellow regular who often uses the chair). We offered the chair, and he gladly accepted. Then came his demands!
"I need a shallow box, because I want to see EVERYTHING in these cases!" he boomed. So I get him one we had. Then, he asked for another to hold his choices.
So King Bigot rifled through each case, one at a time, and then the slurs hit. Artist, bored, had gone to visit another vendor. Mind you, I'm Irish white.
"So these *slurs* should be thrown in a crocodile pit!" was one declaration.
"Eh, I say squirrels." I was honestly playing dumb and trying to inject humor. King Bigot was now sorting through another case, with me helping.
Magpie returned, and let me go. When King Bigot left, I asked her what happened.
"Oh, he was uttering horrible language. I told him I didn't like it. Then he wanted a discount on all of the items he wanted because they were silver. He wanted to scrap them. He only wound up buying $25 worth of items and said I was overpriced."
I said "He seemed sort of pleasant with me."
"Well, that's because you are very pale white." Magpie is white too, but not as pale as I am.
Turns out, King Bigot had just been kicked out of the booth RIGHT ACROSS FROM US! Why?
So King Bigot pranced like a lardy lord to us, hurled more slurs, demanded to see EVERYTHING in our cases, bitched about the prices, and then wound up buying only $25 worth of items. And Magpie told him to not come back.
We call these Crusties "Good Riddance Customers".
Keeping sane-ish at the shelter (hard to do with a sudden influx of 70 cats from a hoarder case)