This happened at the local Slaveway grocery store.
A woman rolls two shopping carts up to the checkout. One cart is full of food; a little heavy on the cookies, chips, candy and ice cream, but what the hell. The other cart is full of beer, wine and cigarettes.
The cashier rings everything up, tells the woman her total.
That's when the customer whips out The Check. "Y'all take checks, right?"
Cashier: "Yes ma'am, we do."
Customer: "Good! Here ya' go."
Cashier looks at check. "Ma'am, I'm afraid we can't accept this."
Slaveway can't accept it, because it's a post-dated, third-party check drawn on an out-of-state bank!
Of course, that's Ghetto Mama's cue to go absolutely ballistic. She accuses everybody within earshot of being "racist motherfuckers." She cussed, she fussed, she threatened to sue.
The one thing she DIDN'T do was walk out with two carts full of stuff!