Burn Rubber, Not Bridges

I work in an auto shop in a pretty rural area, so the next one around is quite a ways from our town. A customer walks up to me and says in a demanding tone:

Customer: “Go get me [size] tire. I can’t see any on your shelves.”

Me: “We don’t carry that size on hand, that’s why you couldn’t see it. I can order them in for you.”

Customer: *Immediately getting angry.* “Now listen here, you lazy [slur for Black people]! I know you have it in the back. You’re just being a lazy s***! Do your job and go get it from the back!”

Me: “Sir, doing my job right now would be asking you to leave due to the language you’re using, so that’s exactly what I am going to do.”

Customer: “You can’t make me leave!”

Me: “No, but the cops can, and they’re who I will be calling back if you don’t leave right now.”

Customer: “You wouldn’t—”

I pick up the phone and place my finger over the nine.

Customer: “F****** [racist slur]!”

He leaves, and I get on with my day.

The next day, I see him come back in, wearing glasses and a hat, both comically oversized.

Customer: *Polite.* “Hello, sir. Would you please order me a tire in [size]?”

Me: “No, but I will call the cops and have you jailed for trespassing.”

Customer: “F****** [racist slur]!” *Storms out.*

Looks like running his bigoted mouth means realizing he has to drive fifty miles to the nearest auto shop and he didn’t like it!