He’s No Slim Jim, Part 2

(I’m the girl whose friend is not a Slim Jim. It’s been a busy evening, so when I finally get a free minute, I grab a cleaning rag and go to wipe down the counter near the soda fountains. As I’m walking from behind the counter, a customer walks in, followed closely by Jim.)

Me: *turning to go back behind the counter* “Good evening! How—”

Customer: “Yeah, you just thought you were getting a break, b****!”

(At this point, Jim scowls but doesn’t say anything. After the man makes his purchase, Jim taps him on his shoulder. The guy turns and shrinks back when he sees that Jim is scowling with his arms crossed over his chest. The guy’s head is about level with Jim’s nose and he’s only half as broad.)

Jim: “What did you just call this young lady?”

Customer: “I… uh… I said that she… uh… is a very nice young lady. Beautiful, too.”

Jim: “That’s what I thought.”

Customer: *slinks around Jim and darts out the door* “Have a good night, gorgeous!”