Unfiltered Story #114050

(I pump gas at a station, a town over from where I live. The town is known for being home to KKK meetings and is generally looked down upon by the surrounding towns. I work alone everyday and have no one to help me during random issues or awkward occurrences.)

Customer: *pulls up to gas pump and exits the vehicle*

Me: “Good morning, how can I help you?”

Customer: *looks down at ground near my feet* “What the h*** is that?”

Me: *following his gaze downward* “What?”

Customer: “That!” *pointing*

Me: “My shorts?”

Customer: “I wouldn’t be caught dead at a n*****s funeral in those.”

(I had no clue what he was trying to say. It sounded like he was insulting my shorts and an entire race at the same time, but it appears to have no intellectual thought process behind it. The sentence does not even make sense to me.)

Me: “Please, find another gas station and do not come back.”

(He drove off, and has not been back. Though, most of the people in this town are racist and not known for intelligence.)