Southern Belle
11-23-2011, 06:18 PM
I've been dis here sto manager for about 2 weeks not when I ran into the case of The Great Bread Caper. It all started when I
got called to the service desk cause someone got their panties in a wad over a loaf of bread. Normally I'd think this would be a
job for the bakery manager but just thought..I'll handle this. Just offer them a refund and go along with life. Simple enough
huh?
When I got to the service desk, there stood a hefalump nigger bout 500-600 lbs wearing what looked like a circus tent. Hell for
all I know, it WAS a circus tent. She had her hair all did, about 80-100 lbs of makeup (hey, no matter how much paint you put on
a turd, its still a turd), nails all did up. I figured she was in heat (What a revolting thought...ewwwww...Bad Holly) or going
to church (which would be about the same thing). Either way, its still a nigger.
"Can I help you" I say thru gritted teeth. I really tried to muster a smile but my eyes, seeing all this nigger, was telling my
mouth to 'suck it in'. "Ah want ta returns dis hear lob of bread, it's hard as a rock" Oh gee, a scam this early? I'm thinking
to myself and look it over. Yeah, she wasnt kidding, I'd be pissed to if I bought this crap. It had a funk to it (or was it the
nigger?) and you could have used it for batting pratice. I asked the nigger if she had a reciept for no other reason than I want
to see if we're selling this crap to customers. Really, I wanted to know when she bought it. Usally we put a sticker on the bag
which has a sell by date and after that, we either sell it to the niggers next door or its thrown out. Because we dont put any
perseratives in the bread that we make, we cannot sell it after 5 days. It's not fit for human consumption (but would be ok for
nigger chow). To my surprise, the nigger didn't have a reciept (imagine that!) but she told me that she BOUGHT it at a church
bake sale. "Oh really now??" I tell her "and what church was this?" "Dat church on dey odder side ob dey parkin lot". Now it
dont take a brain surgeon to figure out what's happening here. Those 'church niggers' are buying bread for pennies and selling
them at a bake sale for dollars. Pretty Shrewd huh?? I knew the niggers had a soup kitchen and beleive me, if it was going to
that, niggers or not, I'd not say a word. Ya gotta feed the animals or they'll turn on ya so feeding a nigger is the lesser of
two evils.
So on tuesday, (which is when the niggers usally come in) I instructed the bakery manager to NOT sell them any more bread,
muffins, cakes, cookies UNLESS they pay full price, knowing this will cause an epic chimpout. Bob didn't give a shit but I do
being the conscious manager and all(giggle). About noonish I get a call from the bakery about the niggers being there to 'pick
up thems bread".I went up to the bakery and was greeted by a overweight, sweating like a nigger at a KKK meeting, white suit,
purple shirt, black as coal buck and a couple of 300+ lb sows. He was having a conversation with my bakery manager about how
dey's been buying bread and stuff for years and never EVER had any problems with it, they was feedin the homeless and how we was
getting in the way of Gawd's work. Now, I can 'throw down' with about anyone when it comes to 'spouting scripture' and I really
don't like having arguements about how we are seen in the eyes of the Lord but you know, these niggers are scamming us and I
don't like it. So I walk up to the nigger and ask him if I can help him "WARES BEEL?" I just look at him and smile "As he told
you before, he's retired" "Wall, Ah thought he wuz kiddin..KEE KEE KEE" "Apparently he wasn't" I snarl at the nigger. So he
sticks out a nigger paw and tells me that "Ah's Rebrun Phillips ob dey Zion curch, we'uns is neighbors" Nigger, I know who you
are, why are you making with the small talk?? "Ah' belbe dat we'uns got off on dey wrong foot" he tells me and pulls his paw
back, seeing that I was making no move to touch him. "Yeah, you was the people who wanted to throw those people off OUR
property" I tell him. "Wallm, we gots ta protect out propperty dont we" and smiles (yes, he had a gold toofus) I'm thinking who
in their right mind would want a nigger property? "Yeah, I guess you're right, all we need is your 501c papers and certificate
of tax excempt status" "Wall, we'uns is a curch of dey lawed" he says and you can hear the chimpout festering to get out. "Well
even churches have tax excempt status, all we need is a copy of the paper and we're good to go" Nigger didnt realize that I'd
already talked to corporate about how to deal with this. The girl tells me to just cover my ass well...so that's exactly what I'm
doing. In the past, all these niggers had to do was present themself as a church and all was ok. Which would be ok in most
circumstances but this church was an LLC! Their sign says so, the phone book says so and that's what I told corporate. If they
are buying bread for resale then they void their tax exempt status and if someone buys something from these niggers and its not
what they want, they are not gonna start bringing it in my store for a refund. I bet you a hunnred dolla that's exactly what
these niggers are telling people. Rebrun nigger stands there, I'm not really sure what was going thru that nigger mind but it
had to be something to do with (1) Muh Dik (2) um...Muh Dik or (3) Did I mention Muh Dik?. He says in a loud voice that "We'uns
are decibulhs of GAWD onna mission from GAWD."That may be the case but all I need is your Tax Exempt Certificate" I tell this
nigger in a stern voice and he stands there.....
You know when an animal is about to stampede, horses will paw the ground, throw their head up and down, and get skittish. This
is the way this nigger was acting. He was getting all nervous, shifting his weight around, looking around. One of the sows says
to me "Yoose is upsetting the rebrun, gib us dat stuff and we'll be outta here" So I'm supposed to just roll over and give up?
Nah, what the fun in all that? "I can't just sell you stuff being tax exempt if you are not" I tell her. By this time, a couple
more nigger 'customers' have joined in, standing there with their buggys full of stuff that I"M buying for them (you can
guarantee that dey are using foo stamps!) talking to the good rebrun about their plight. He's telling them that dey are buying
"all dem old bread to gib to the pooor (and yes..he empazised POOOOR) people who didnt hab nuttin, not like des pepul who work
at dey Wal Marps who dribe dem shiny new hoopties". I'm think to myself that I've only owned 2 cars since I been driving (and I
got my license at 16). I owned a 2000 Toyota Rav4 that when I sold it, had 225,000 miles on it and now I have a 2011 Rav4. I
work for it, and I should be able to own it. Fucking niggers!
I tell them untill they bring me in a tax exception certificate, I cannot sell them any old bread anymore and turn to walk away.
I got better things to do than to sit and argue with a fucking nigger. Hell, let them niggers with a cart fulla groceries buy
you some damn bread to resale. I thought, this has to be the end of it......but
About an hour later, I get a call on the action line. Yeah..its Bentonville wanting to talk to me. Holy shit, I think, what have
I done? I pick up the phone and some lady tells me to hold for Mr Brown, who is like the District Manager, District Manager. I'd
never talked to this cat but I'd heard he is a bad ass, yeah..I was shaking. Some guy gets on the line and says "Is this Miss
Holly?" I sheeplishly tell him "Yes, this is she" and he procedes to ask me why I refused to sell the out of date bread to a
local church. "I'm hoping there is a perfectly good explaination" he tells me and I tell him about the refund, about the no tax
certificate and how I'd told them about all the trouble we'd had with the nigger church, how they was buying bread and resaleing
it to the congregraton. I'm thinking after I tell him they will just tie me to the tree of woe and let the buzzards eat me. He
sits for a minute and I can hear him writing. He tells me that I followed the rules to the letter and that we'd talked (if the
DM quesetions me about it) and that he thinks we should continue to ask for tax certificates from the church whenever they
wanted to purchase something. I thanked him for his time and when he hung up, I made use of Bob's liqour stash (grin).
Havent seen the niggers anymore, but I'm sure it aint over with yet.
got called to the service desk cause someone got their panties in a wad over a loaf of bread. Normally I'd think this would be a
job for the bakery manager but just thought..I'll handle this. Just offer them a refund and go along with life. Simple enough
huh?
When I got to the service desk, there stood a hefalump nigger bout 500-600 lbs wearing what looked like a circus tent. Hell for
all I know, it WAS a circus tent. She had her hair all did, about 80-100 lbs of makeup (hey, no matter how much paint you put on
a turd, its still a turd), nails all did up. I figured she was in heat (What a revolting thought...ewwwww...Bad Holly) or going
to church (which would be about the same thing). Either way, its still a nigger.
"Can I help you" I say thru gritted teeth. I really tried to muster a smile but my eyes, seeing all this nigger, was telling my
mouth to 'suck it in'. "Ah want ta returns dis hear lob of bread, it's hard as a rock" Oh gee, a scam this early? I'm thinking
to myself and look it over. Yeah, she wasnt kidding, I'd be pissed to if I bought this crap. It had a funk to it (or was it the
nigger?) and you could have used it for batting pratice. I asked the nigger if she had a reciept for no other reason than I want
to see if we're selling this crap to customers. Really, I wanted to know when she bought it. Usally we put a sticker on the bag
which has a sell by date and after that, we either sell it to the niggers next door or its thrown out. Because we dont put any
perseratives in the bread that we make, we cannot sell it after 5 days. It's not fit for human consumption (but would be ok for
nigger chow). To my surprise, the nigger didn't have a reciept (imagine that!) but she told me that she BOUGHT it at a church
bake sale. "Oh really now??" I tell her "and what church was this?" "Dat church on dey odder side ob dey parkin lot". Now it
dont take a brain surgeon to figure out what's happening here. Those 'church niggers' are buying bread for pennies and selling
them at a bake sale for dollars. Pretty Shrewd huh?? I knew the niggers had a soup kitchen and beleive me, if it was going to
that, niggers or not, I'd not say a word. Ya gotta feed the animals or they'll turn on ya so feeding a nigger is the lesser of
two evils.
So on tuesday, (which is when the niggers usally come in) I instructed the bakery manager to NOT sell them any more bread,
muffins, cakes, cookies UNLESS they pay full price, knowing this will cause an epic chimpout. Bob didn't give a shit but I do
being the conscious manager and all(giggle). About noonish I get a call from the bakery about the niggers being there to 'pick
up thems bread".I went up to the bakery and was greeted by a overweight, sweating like a nigger at a KKK meeting, white suit,
purple shirt, black as coal buck and a couple of 300+ lb sows. He was having a conversation with my bakery manager about how
dey's been buying bread and stuff for years and never EVER had any problems with it, they was feedin the homeless and how we was
getting in the way of Gawd's work. Now, I can 'throw down' with about anyone when it comes to 'spouting scripture' and I really
don't like having arguements about how we are seen in the eyes of the Lord but you know, these niggers are scamming us and I
don't like it. So I walk up to the nigger and ask him if I can help him "WARES BEEL?" I just look at him and smile "As he told
you before, he's retired" "Wall, Ah thought he wuz kiddin..KEE KEE KEE" "Apparently he wasn't" I snarl at the nigger. So he
sticks out a nigger paw and tells me that "Ah's Rebrun Phillips ob dey Zion curch, we'uns is neighbors" Nigger, I know who you
are, why are you making with the small talk?? "Ah' belbe dat we'uns got off on dey wrong foot" he tells me and pulls his paw
back, seeing that I was making no move to touch him. "Yeah, you was the people who wanted to throw those people off OUR
property" I tell him. "Wallm, we gots ta protect out propperty dont we" and smiles (yes, he had a gold toofus) I'm thinking who
in their right mind would want a nigger property? "Yeah, I guess you're right, all we need is your 501c papers and certificate
of tax excempt status" "Wall, we'uns is a curch of dey lawed" he says and you can hear the chimpout festering to get out. "Well
even churches have tax excempt status, all we need is a copy of the paper and we're good to go" Nigger didnt realize that I'd
already talked to corporate about how to deal with this. The girl tells me to just cover my ass well...so that's exactly what I'm
doing. In the past, all these niggers had to do was present themself as a church and all was ok. Which would be ok in most
circumstances but this church was an LLC! Their sign says so, the phone book says so and that's what I told corporate. If they
are buying bread for resale then they void their tax exempt status and if someone buys something from these niggers and its not
what they want, they are not gonna start bringing it in my store for a refund. I bet you a hunnred dolla that's exactly what
these niggers are telling people. Rebrun nigger stands there, I'm not really sure what was going thru that nigger mind but it
had to be something to do with (1) Muh Dik (2) um...Muh Dik or (3) Did I mention Muh Dik?. He says in a loud voice that "We'uns
are decibulhs of GAWD onna mission from GAWD."That may be the case but all I need is your Tax Exempt Certificate" I tell this
nigger in a stern voice and he stands there.....
You know when an animal is about to stampede, horses will paw the ground, throw their head up and down, and get skittish. This
is the way this nigger was acting. He was getting all nervous, shifting his weight around, looking around. One of the sows says
to me "Yoose is upsetting the rebrun, gib us dat stuff and we'll be outta here" So I'm supposed to just roll over and give up?
Nah, what the fun in all that? "I can't just sell you stuff being tax exempt if you are not" I tell her. By this time, a couple
more nigger 'customers' have joined in, standing there with their buggys full of stuff that I"M buying for them (you can
guarantee that dey are using foo stamps!) talking to the good rebrun about their plight. He's telling them that dey are buying
"all dem old bread to gib to the pooor (and yes..he empazised POOOOR) people who didnt hab nuttin, not like des pepul who work
at dey Wal Marps who dribe dem shiny new hoopties". I'm think to myself that I've only owned 2 cars since I been driving (and I
got my license at 16). I owned a 2000 Toyota Rav4 that when I sold it, had 225,000 miles on it and now I have a 2011 Rav4. I
work for it, and I should be able to own it. Fucking niggers!
I tell them untill they bring me in a tax exception certificate, I cannot sell them any old bread anymore and turn to walk away.
I got better things to do than to sit and argue with a fucking nigger. Hell, let them niggers with a cart fulla groceries buy
you some damn bread to resale. I thought, this has to be the end of it......but
About an hour later, I get a call on the action line. Yeah..its Bentonville wanting to talk to me. Holy shit, I think, what have
I done? I pick up the phone and some lady tells me to hold for Mr Brown, who is like the District Manager, District Manager. I'd
never talked to this cat but I'd heard he is a bad ass, yeah..I was shaking. Some guy gets on the line and says "Is this Miss
Holly?" I sheeplishly tell him "Yes, this is she" and he procedes to ask me why I refused to sell the out of date bread to a
local church. "I'm hoping there is a perfectly good explaination" he tells me and I tell him about the refund, about the no tax
certificate and how I'd told them about all the trouble we'd had with the nigger church, how they was buying bread and resaleing
it to the congregraton. I'm thinking after I tell him they will just tie me to the tree of woe and let the buzzards eat me. He
sits for a minute and I can hear him writing. He tells me that I followed the rules to the letter and that we'd talked (if the
DM quesetions me about it) and that he thinks we should continue to ask for tax certificates from the church whenever they
wanted to purchase something. I thanked him for his time and when he hung up, I made use of Bob's liqour stash (grin).
Havent seen the niggers anymore, but I'm sure it aint over with yet.