Unfiltered Story #172088
[I have been standing in line at the post office for just over an hour, waiting to get a parcel i have posted. The post office cashier is Indian, she speaks English very well, but has a slight accent, two teenage girls are standing at the front of the que gossiping away.]
Cashier: [To the teen girls] Hello, can i help you today?
Girl 1: [Scoffing] why else would i be here…
Girl 2:[Whispering to Girl 1 but loudly enough for everyone to hear] i can barely understand her, why do they even hire their kind anyways.
Cashier: [visibly upset, but continues to try to do her job] What would you like to send today.
Girl 1: [Speaking loud and slow to the cashier] I…Need…This…Box…To…
Cashier: [Trying to ignore their rudeness] Please place it on the scale.
Girl 2: No…You…Take…Box…You…
[This exchange goes on for a while, with the cashier asking them to put the parcel on the scale and then refuse point blanc talking to her in the insulting slow tone, and I had finally had enough]
Me: [Stepping forward I mimic the girls tone of voice] No…she…wants…you…to…
Girl 1: Why you talking to us like that b****
Me: Oh sorry, just from the way you where talking i thought you might be a bit slow…
Girl 2: No, the cashier is the stupid one![stomping her feet like a child]
Me:[Patronisingly] Yes yes, ok sweetie, put you box on the scale now [she puts it on the scale with me watching over] awww who’s a big girl, now pay the nice lady, apologize and walk out…
[The girls do as i say, beetroot red at being confronted, finally they leave]
Cashier: Thank you, they always come in here to harass me.
[Apparently they never returned to harass the woman again]
