OK no problem I'll take it out on your ass then.
The fucked up part is this little 5 foot 85lb wigger complete with dreds, didn't say a word, just stood there looking at me. I didn't know he was out until a few min ls later when I was like, ok where is the rest?
That happened to me on an island. French owned.
I'm thinking the owner gave her the go ahead because I noticed a look between the two.
Made my order and was shortchanged massively.
But as I noticed the places filled with people.
So I'm just waited in the background right next to the owner who was nervously talking with his crepe eating friend.
Walked up to the counter made direct eye contact and said I a calm manner "can I have the correct change now?"
She had a big look of guilt on her face. She handed me the correct change.
I walked past the owners chair and pushed it.
Walked out.
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