Peep the dumb shit I endure:
So I make my Lunch Hour return to Universal Gourmet after many a month away. While ordering my food, I'm talking to 13 about whether or not his CD is available for purchase online. After ordering my food,I go to the front to pay for my food while I wait for my order. Wfile I'm waiting to sign the recept for the food I just put on my check card, some older joker yells "Damn" as he spills his chicken and salad (with dressing) off the counter where the register is onto the floor...and on my right pant leg and shoe. He does a mediocre clean up as I continue to talk with 13.
NOW: I REALIZED THE INSTANT HE SPILLED HISFOOD THAT SOME GOT ON ME, SO I CONTINUED TO TALK WITH 13 SO i DIN'T CAUSE A SCENE RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I figured it'd be better to calm down and talk to dude after a couple of moments.
So, after a couple of minutes, I tell 13 I'll holla @ him later, as some joker just spilled salad dressing on my pants and shoe.
I walk over to the joker, and the rest goes as follows (almos verbatim qoutes, mind you):
Me: Excuse me Sir, I don't want to seem confrontational, but you spilled your food on me.
Old Dude: It was an accident.
Me (Sticking out the offended pant leg and shoe): I recognize it was an accident, but these have to be cleaned now.
Old Dude: Well,when I spill something on my clothes I just wash them with soap and water.
(Sarcastic aside #1: Why thank you,I never knew that. Thank you for this most engaging lesson in common hygiene)
Me: Well, I ca clean the the pants, but the shoes are a different story...this is suede (technically...it's Nubuck, but that wouldn't have had the same snap coming out my mouth.)
Asshole: Well, I don't have any money...all I have is three dollars. If you want to take my last three dollars you can have it.
Me: I don't understand why you're getting attitudenal. (I say something else, but I really can't recall exactly, but I klnow it was still polite).
Asshole (gathering his things as if I SPILLED SHIT ON HIM): Look, all I have is three dollars, if you want you can take the three dollars or I can clean your shoes. You can take it or leave it.
Me: Three dollars isn't going to resolve the matter.
Asshole: Well It's all I have...here, take it (gesturing for me to accept the money).
Me (pulling my hand back and making it clear I don't want three fucking dollars): So you can't write a check to resolve the issue?
Asshole (making a b-line towards the door): No, I'm not going to write you a check. I don't know what else you want from me.
AT which point, after a few more words between us, slim walks out the door like I was in the wrong. Now, if I made a scene in the place I frequent over this issue...I'da been wrong. If I had cursed old dude out, thereby making a scene...I'da been wrong. If I had done anything other than what I did, I'da been the bad guy. Meanwhile, slim walks out like he was innocent with the way he carried shit.
ONE: I don't think cousin even apologized...which is what really pisses me off.
TWO: I'd get no pleasure outta beatin the shit out some old man, even though his tone suggested he wanted to take it somehwere he reallly ain't want it to go.
THREE (and here's the kicker): What person do you know can get some pants and shoes replaced or at least cleaned for three dollars?! Three dollars, that's all you can muster?! Payless shoes, don't even sell shoes for $3, my man! And he kept saying $3 like that's all my shit was worth! Of course, you know hindsight makes inaction or improper action even more regrettable...but I know I did the right thing. ALTHOUGH, gettin' on some dumb shit would have felt SO much better. All I would have needed is for one of my co-workers to come down there while I was cuttin' a fool for something to jump off, though.
(sigh)
I do find peace in the fact that the energy you put out will come back to you...so, I'm sure he'll have something unpleasant coming his way eventually.