I got my first real job at a grocery store (A&P for those who remember them) when I was 15 (I lied and told them I was 16 - I lied to go to work, niggers lie to avoid work) in a small town of about 15,000 people. Normal duties: stock the shelves, get shopping carts from the parking lot, sweep the floors, be a cashier...the usual. One night I'm working the register and this sheboon is checking out in my line. I try to ring up her items and move her along quickly; the less time I'm in close proximity to a nigger, the better. Anyway, while I'm ringing her up, out of the blue she tells me, "I'm sorry, I have a bladder control problem." I think to myself, "that's an odd topic of small talk for her to bring up" so I mumble something like "that's nice" and keep on going. A few minutes after she leaves the store I'm doing something else and my manager asks me if I spilled something. I tell him no, not that I'm aware of. He says, "Well, you've got this puddle in your checkout lane." Suddenly it hits me. That fucking nigger pissed in my checkout lane! There was a puddle of nigger piss on the floor! I tell him what happened and he starts laughing at me, and to make matters worse I had to mop up the nigger piss.
Another time, at the same job, I was again working the cash registers and a sheboon came in and asked if we had some bathrooms to which I replied, "Not for you." She proceeded to carry on with some unintelligible nigger babble, calling me racist, etc to which I replied "Fuck you, nigger. Leave." That was one of the greatest moments of my life! And no, I did not get in and trouble by my employer.
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