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Kevin Michael Vance
Writer - Portland, Oregon
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December 31, 2009
Life sometimes sucks...
Well -- I still work in retail, and that time is spent mainly running around on the floor of a corporate grocery store. Not a bad job, really; also, not a great one either. The store in question is a much-hyped, liberal based, grocery store, which of course means that its customers (I like to call them slum dogs, or mud bloods, or simply scum) are, for the most part, privileged white people who believe they deserve more than you or I. The job affords me the lifestyle I've become accustomed to, a lifestyle I wouldn't change, and one that allows me to continue to delve into this thing called writing. Sometimes though, admittedly, it's difficult. You see, people treat you differently when you're wearing a nametag and an apron. They look at you as a lower class citizen, a slave if you will, very much beneath them in both position and intelligence. It would never occur to one of these erudite idiots that many of the people I have been lucky enough to work beside in the industry of service hold not one, but a few masters degrees, and that those who willingly, or as the case may be, unwillingly, choose to don the uniform of retail are some of the most intelligent and talented people I've ever met; which brings me to my little story.
I was hastily facing P.G. (for those not in the know, this acronym stands for perishable grocery). Two breeders, male and female, stride past me, followed by their rambunctious progeny, who is pushing, rather dangerously, a small grocery cart intended for small children. (Sure, I've seen pretentious, ostentatious, hipster-doofusi, bending over as if hunch-backed, shoving the tiny grocery cart in front of them, and gazing about to see if everyone is noticing how funny and ironic they're being. But those fuckers don't count.) The female of the pair says to the child, "careful honey". In reference to me, "don't hit the man". The male blurts out to, what I can only assume was his son, "you can hit him -- he only works here." The kid, and I can only assume this, because my back had been turned towards the couple the whole time, must have given the mother a strange look. For she laughed and said to the child, "Daddies only kidding." I had to leave, before I turned on them and said something akin to this, "there are enough pricks and assholes in the world, without you rearing another."
I don't even want to get into how wrong this truly is. I think the thing that infuriates me the most is the fact that this man insulted and mocked me in front of his child. Just remember folks this is the actual world we're living in. People treat each other worse than animals. It doesn't matter that I probably have more talent in the end of my dick than he has in his entire body. It doesn't matter that I was, and probably forever will be, physically his superior. What matters is that he thought it was funny mocking someone working, and working hard. This country has fallen, and fallen hard. The litmus test for this is simple, how do its' citizens treat each other - with respect, or with open scorn?
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