pentamogged9000
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I had something funny happen last week, so I thought as I am a perpetual lurker, I should share this.
I regularly dip, and while I love Copenhagen, sometimes I go for the cheap stuff. Longhorn I think. In any case at this one store I frequent recently hired a spook as a manager. Normally I'd change to another store (I have since) but last week I was really hurting for my snuff so I decided to duck in and get a quick can or two. I head in and chat up the assistant (now manager) that I know. He complains that the Nig is really getting complaints. (no shock huh)
In any case, I ask for two cans of the promo Cope, and my buddy turns to get them. The nigger comes FLYING from the back screaming "you gots to ID's him. It's da law! You dos it or you's get writ up." My friend blinks and then looks over at me before saying "I know him, he's pretty regular, or was before you started working here." Nigger starts that head bob, which is weird to see on a buck. So finally he shoves the assistant out of the way and says "gibs me dat ID."
I flip out my ID, and the nigger starts in. "I can'ts takes dis. Da'ts you daddy. not you."
"My father died in 2007...why would I have his ID on me?"
Not to be dissuaded, he starts in and rants, raves and finally I shrug. "No skin off my back. Mind if I use your phone?"
Buck isn't bright, so he hands over the phone and I call the home office. With the nigger listening and sucking its teeth the whole time I ask to speak to the company owner, describe my plight, what happened, where I am and the like. After a moment I look to Nig Boss and nod. "He wants to talk to you." Hand the phone over and watch the nigger go pale. (I did not know they could even do that.)
Eventually the spook hangs up and drags his ass back into the office. I turned and left, didn't think much of it right?
This morning I went to the other store to pick up some stuff and heard the rest of the story from the manager there. Well, between him laughing his ass off.
Apparently, not long after I left the section manager, district manager, and owner showed up and fired the nigger. They also called the law in, (standard procedure not just with niggers) and escorted him off. When the cops arrived, they ran the guy's info and found he was wanted for a number of outstanding warrants, and thus he got a free trip to jail. I'm told they're auditing the store now, seeing just how much shit the spook stole. By all accounts, no one is sure HOW he got promoted to that job, much less why they hired him in the first place. He must have (no shock) lied on his application, since if you've had a felony you can't work there. Now that my buddy is the boss, I might go back there.
@IAMNOTANINCEL @klip11
I regularly dip, and while I love Copenhagen, sometimes I go for the cheap stuff. Longhorn I think. In any case at this one store I frequent recently hired a spook as a manager. Normally I'd change to another store (I have since) but last week I was really hurting for my snuff so I decided to duck in and get a quick can or two. I head in and chat up the assistant (now manager) that I know. He complains that the Nig is really getting complaints. (no shock huh)
In any case, I ask for two cans of the promo Cope, and my buddy turns to get them. The nigger comes FLYING from the back screaming "you gots to ID's him. It's da law! You dos it or you's get writ up." My friend blinks and then looks over at me before saying "I know him, he's pretty regular, or was before you started working here." Nigger starts that head bob, which is weird to see on a buck. So finally he shoves the assistant out of the way and says "gibs me dat ID."
I flip out my ID, and the nigger starts in. "I can'ts takes dis. Da'ts you daddy. not you."
"My father died in 2007...why would I have his ID on me?"
Not to be dissuaded, he starts in and rants, raves and finally I shrug. "No skin off my back. Mind if I use your phone?"
Buck isn't bright, so he hands over the phone and I call the home office. With the nigger listening and sucking its teeth the whole time I ask to speak to the company owner, describe my plight, what happened, where I am and the like. After a moment I look to Nig Boss and nod. "He wants to talk to you." Hand the phone over and watch the nigger go pale. (I did not know they could even do that.)
Eventually the spook hangs up and drags his ass back into the office. I turned and left, didn't think much of it right?
This morning I went to the other store to pick up some stuff and heard the rest of the story from the manager there. Well, between him laughing his ass off.
Apparently, not long after I left the section manager, district manager, and owner showed up and fired the nigger. They also called the law in, (standard procedure not just with niggers) and escorted him off. When the cops arrived, they ran the guy's info and found he was wanted for a number of outstanding warrants, and thus he got a free trip to jail. I'm told they're auditing the store now, seeing just how much shit the spook stole. By all accounts, no one is sure HOW he got promoted to that job, much less why they hired him in the first place. He must have (no shock) lied on his application, since if you've had a felony you can't work there. Now that my buddy is the boss, I might go back there.
@IAMNOTANINCEL @klip11
