The Heartless Enigma

Idiots and Basketball

I would like to start off by giving a really big "FUCK YOU" to the Memphis Tigers Basketball team. That's right you fuckin loosers, 4 of your team had to show their asses in my store last night. You all know what guilty by association is right? Good, because I highly doubt any of you on the team are any different than your, soon to be inmate, team-mates.
(Now that my disclaimer's done)

You wanna know who I am? If somebody told you that I was just your average retail manager, without a care in the world, somebody lied.....
Actually, I'm not an average person who lets stupid idiot peach basket players run all over me, my store, and my associates. There is a sign on my counter that says that I can refuse any sale for any reason. Especially if that reason is that you talk to fuckin much for my gorram taste. And see, everything would have been alright if one of you had just kept those loose lips of your shut.

Here's how it happened...

Phillip, my cashier, didn't have enough money in the register to make change with a $100 dollar bill. When he told our 4 amazing apes that he didn't have the change, 3 of the 4 started mouthin off. Saying things like, "What kind of fuckin store is this." and "What kind of nigga don't have change for a bill". See, I don't deal with that shit outside of my work, and I'm not making it a practice to deal with it while I'm on the clock. I handed the ape back his credit slip and said, "sir, you can take this credit slip and go to another Gamestop, I'm not dealin with you tonight..." All kinds of ruckus ensued. The thing is, I woulda delt with the guy, but his friends kept opening thier fucking mouths. So, guilty by association, I told lead ape, "because of your friends not knowing how to shut up, I'm not dealing with you..." Security was called and, of course this guard didn't have the balls to escort them out of the store. I had to reiterate to the stupid fuck-mook that I didn't give a damn what they did outside the store, but I wanted them out. Ofcourse he escorted them out, in which they just stood outside the door and yelled obscenities in..including racial slurs. Now, I got no problem with yelling racial slurs back......but I didn't. I just tried to calm down get the burning feeling out of my cheeks...but for 5 mins later, my hands kept shaking. One of the apes acutally yelled out..."Mother fucker, I play basketball,"
Like I give a good gorram that you play ball you piece of shit! Your fuckin team don't win shit, not to mention got knocked out of the tournament in the first round last season. I wouldn't give a shit if Peyton Manning was in my store, I wouldn't deal with him if he copped an additude. I'd be a shame if all of their ACL's just snapped all of a sudden...their additude would change.. it'd be..."Can I have a job please?"

Fuck you Tigers, fuck you.

Posted by Heartless Enigma at October 13, 2005 08:38 AM