This is sort of a tangent off the temper tantrums thread. Has anyone out there ever been unfairly accused of being racist/ homophobic/ sexist? The key word here is UNFAIRLY.
Here's a funny little story about how Proto got fired.
I was a waiter and it was the day before Thanksgiving. All the schools were out and a lot of people had off of work so we were really busy. My boss forgot to schedule for this, so we were really, REALLY busy.
I had walking pneumonia, it later turned out, but I hadn;t gone to the doctor since I haven't had medical insurance in eight years and I couldn't really afford to take time off work anyways. So I was working really sick and gross, coughing up blood, throwing up. All pale and sweaty and a little cranky to begin with. So I decided that I should just suck it up, go to the emergency room and charge it on my card. I had to take the day off, there was no way I was going to make it. But my boss couldn't send me home because we were so short staffed.
This new girl started crying because she was overwhelmed and the boss sent her home thereby making me more agitated. I thought if he was going to send one of us home, it should prbbably be the infectious one...
So seven hours later, I had made it. It had been a terrible day. No one's really enthusiastic about having an obviously quite sick waiter, so no one tips well. I thought I was going to die, and to boot, I had only made $60 or so. This woman and her son come in. Very anry to begin with. So was I.
These people happen to be black.
They order steaks "extra well done." It's a long wait since we're short on staff and there are a lot of orders in, but they come out soon enough extra well done, maybe a little more than that. The customers tell me verbatim "we can't eat this motherfucking shoe leather. Take this shit back NOW." I'm shocked, but I apologize like a good little waiter and take it back. I return with their accompaniments (hashbrowns and such) so that they have somehting to eat.
The second steaks come out later and they tell me verbatim "Too long. We don't need this shit now. Get it the fuck away from me." The mother swipes the plate onto the floor. I don;t say a word. I pick the plate up and grab the other and walk away. I see a pan for dirty dishes about five feet away and in a moment of total rage I toss the plates into it, making a loud thunk.
The woman and her son sprint back and follow me into the kitchen. She says (this is not verbatim, but it's as close as I can recall) "What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole? You can't treat me fair then you ain't got no place in waiting tables, motherfucker. I don't get what the fuck you think you are. Your kind should be the hell away from people. What the fuck did I ever do to you just because I want a fucking steak cooked right?"
Her son says (verbatim) "How you like me now, motherfucker?"
I cut her off and say "Excuse me, ma'am. Did you ever think that this has nothing to do with you? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm sick as hell and can't afford to take time off of work because I have no insurance and a stack of bills my ex-girlfriend left me? Did you think that maybe I've been busy all day and getting tipped no money because the food has been terrible all day?"
She asks me (verbatim) "Is this because I'm black?"
I lose all composure and say, "No, you dumb cunt, it's because you're an unreasonable asshole."
Her son charges me and we get into a fight. There are only two punches thrown before we're separated.
I get fired. She gets a free pie and $20 of free meal coupons.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.