Wes and I were busy all day
running to and fro
so we decided to stop at Bill Gray's
on the way home
and pick up some burgers and fries.
Which we did.
When we got home
we took the burgers out of the bag
and there were no fries!
Wes was mad
but he took the receipt
to go back and get them
and I went with him
because I had decided I wanted a milkshake too.
Wes explained our situation to the young girl
and held up the receipt
and she said to him
popping her gum
looking at him as though he were a bug on the wall
"You shoulda looked in the bag before you left.
I can't give you any fries
because for all I know
you already ate the fries
and just want some freebies."
Wes was stunned.
He took a deep breath.
"Look,"
he said, patiently.
"I ordered fries
I paid for them
I didn't get any
and I want some."
She shrugged.
"I can't give them to ya, Mister.
It's not store policy."
"Then I want my money back."
Wes's face was red
and his neck vein was popping.
"I can't give you your money back either,"
she said, cracking her gum.
"Now look, Mister, do ya want to buy more fries
or not
cause there's people waiting behind ya."
Wes had about 50 years on her
and was trying hard to be polite
as befit his age
but nothing budged her.
She was not going to give him fries
or a refund.
She just gave him a cold stare.
Wes would have asked to see the manager
but the store was busy
we were tired
and our burgers were at home getting cold on the table.
So we left.
The guy who was waiting in line
behind Wes
followed us out to the parking lot
and he said
"Where do they get these rude people anyway?
She's just a piece of white trash."
Wes laughed and agreed
and we got into our car
minus his fries and my milkshake
and went home
where I nuked the burgers
and thought that she wasn't so much white trash
as disrespectful
to a man who was her elder
and who she could have at least called "Sir".
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