Getting A Lesson From The Locals
Me: “Sir, I will need to check your ID before I can sell you this beer.”
Customer: “H*** no! I’m not letting any of you immigrants see my ID! You might steal it!”
Me: “Sir, I can’t steal your ID just by checking the date of birth.”
Customer: “No! Get your manager to check it, but I won’t have no immigrant touching my ID! Go back to your own country instead of stealing from mine!”
Me: “I’m Native American.”
Customer: “B****, no way! I’m the native here! My family has been here for generations!”
The other customer behind him is getting tired of waiting and speaks up.
Other Customer: “No, she means she’s ethnically Native American, you dense motherf*****!”
The customer scowls at the other customer but then looks back at me, and they begin to struggle to find more words.
Me: “You got nothin’ when you can’t tell me to go back to my own country, do ya?”
The customer continues to struggle to find words.
Me: “Yeah, your bigotry needs both a history and geography lesson, don’t it?”
The customer silently shows his ID and gruffly hands over the cash.
Me: “Here’s your beer, Mr. Krüger. Nice German name you got there!”
The customer scowled but stormed out. The next customer laughed at my final comment.
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