Better question, why do they all come to my store?
This is just a series of people who came in over the course of the weekend.
Dude comes in, complaining about how he lost all his money at the casino, as though bitching to me will magically make it pop back in his wallet. I just do that ‘let’s all be happy’ laugh, and say “Well, the white man took the Indians land with beads, trinkets and shiny stuff, and now we’re taking it back with beads, trinkets and shiny stuff.”
Dude: *Getting offended* Well, it’s not like what the settlers did was WRONG! I mean, no one OWNED the land until they came and claimed it! It’s not like you Indians have anything to bitch over!
It’s times like this I miss Tex. I just stared at him in disbelief. I ended up pointing at the door.
Terah: Get your shit and get out. Out, out, out!
The next day, Squeegee has a tweaker come up to her and announce, ‘Don’t worry! I’m not Lucifer!’ and started cackling madly. Yeah. That one didn’t make sense to me either, but I just watched it.
Day after that, we had a few one after the other. The first one was a woman who came up to my window. We finish her transaction out, and she asks me ‘Does that guy still work here?’
Now, the way she says ‘That guy’ implies that she isn’t very happy with ‘That guy’. I’m thinking she means Tex, since NO ONE liked Tex. However, before I can answer, Big M walked through her field of vision and she just glares.
Bitch: Oh. THAT’S him. I can’t believe you’d hire THOSE people.
Big M is black. I just stared at the woman while the little hamster in my head stumbled on the wheel and went flying into far-left field.
Terah: BIG M! You’ve got a racist bitch in the window complaining about you! Come deal with her!
The woman went red and sped off so fast, she hit the curb and bonked her car good.
A couple of hours later, I have three or so cars in my line. I go and fetch what the lady wants, and when I come back, there’s some dude STANDING at my window.
Idiot: Hey! Ring me up some single Black & Milds!
Terah: No! What? NO! You can’t cut line like that! Go inside if you want them!
He threw a fit and stormed off.
And for the end of the night, a woman comes in. It seems there was a car with two small children in it sitting in the parking lot. No sign of mom or dad anywhere. The lady wouldn’t have noticed it, had it not been for the youngest, who was five, waving at everyone and saying ‘HI!’ over and over. The older sister was eight. The lady went to the gas station,and no customers were in there. She came over to the smoke shop,and no customers were in there.
We called Tribal Police. Turns out mom was at the BIG CASINO, GAMBLING! She left her TWO SMALL CHILDREN in a FUCKING CAR in the MIDDLE OF THE GODDAMN PARKING LOT that is filled with LOT LIZARDS AND TWEAKERS, SO SHE COULD GAMBLE!
I didn’t get to see what happened, but someone said she was banned.
I’m ready to start stabbing people.
--Terah The Gas Slave