Because I promised the tranny and bongos.
HOLY SHIT.
So at work (which is a car wash) there's free vacuums, yeah? But the free vacuums are for our customers, who've already gone through the wash. Understandable, right? So sometimes we have to tell people trying to vacuum that they need to wash first, and sometimes they do wash and sometimes they go down the street to the cheaper but crappier mechanical wash (often they try stealing free vacs from us, and go down there after, anyway).
So two weekends back there was this chick. And when I say chick I mean she was a biological man in a wig, but anyway, there was this chick vacuuming before washing, and my coworker gave her the usual gotta-wash-before-vac spiel. She then tells him she's got a conceal and carry in her car, how does he feel about that?
He's really big, really black, and was working as a bouncer when he first met my roommate/manager, who got him the job where we work now. So he's not intimidated, and he tells her, "Show me."
Then she fuckin' flips and starts going on about how he's such a slave and should stop being so black, which I thought was funny, because she doesn't really pass as Puerto Rican or anything herself--blahblahblah--for a fucking hour. She got her car washed, then rewashed because some dust gone on the back or something, and this entire time she kept hounding my coworker, who toward the end of this barrage, voiced the sentiment that he was starting to get really impatient, and was getting pretty close to wanting to roll a fag. (He said this not because he's homophobic, because I don't get that vibe from him, but due to the hour spent getting told what a black slave he is. By that point I don't think he was solely responsible for the words coming out of his mouth, ne?)
I meanwhile spent the rest of the time joking about a double hate crime in the works, which we missed out on because she finally left. Sometimes work gives me a very bad sense of humor ^^
So she was probably the most memorable customer of two weekends past. Last weekend (Friday, technically), my friend Amber and I were drying this Latino guy's car, and he's playing some loud drummy Latino music inside his car. Not an unusual phenomenon because a lot of Latinos come wash at ours, and like to play either Latin music or rap. However, then I'm drying his driverside window and windshield, happened to glance in the car, and he's sitting there playing the bongos while we're drying him. I tell this to Amber and she laughs. About a minute and a half later, I'm drying on the other side of the car, and suddenly she goes, "Holy shit, he is playing the bongos!" I'm like, "Why must every weird thing I say be taken to be meant metaphorically??!"
I was by the passenger window when suddenly this hand thrusts out a tip at me, him still drumming with one hand. I'm still not sure how he got the window down and the money at me in the 10 second interval between that hand leaving and that hand returning to the drums.
He was still drumming one-handed when he pulled out onto the street. It made my fucking day XP
And those, folks, are some tidbits from my work.
So at work (which is a car wash) there's free vacuums, yeah? But the free vacuums are for our customers, who've already gone through the wash. Understandable, right? So sometimes we have to tell people trying to vacuum that they need to wash first, and sometimes they do wash and sometimes they go down the street to the cheaper but crappier mechanical wash (often they try stealing free vacs from us, and go down there after, anyway).
So two weekends back there was this chick. And when I say chick I mean she was a biological man in a wig, but anyway, there was this chick vacuuming before washing, and my coworker gave her the usual gotta-wash-before-vac spiel. She then tells him she's got a conceal and carry in her car, how does he feel about that?
He's really big, really black, and was working as a bouncer when he first met my roommate/manager, who got him the job where we work now. So he's not intimidated, and he tells her, "Show me."
Then she fuckin' flips and starts going on about how he's such a slave and should stop being so black, which I thought was funny, because she doesn't really pass as Puerto Rican or anything herself--blahblahblah--for a fucking hour. She got her car washed, then rewashed because some dust gone on the back or something, and this entire time she kept hounding my coworker, who toward the end of this barrage, voiced the sentiment that he was starting to get really impatient, and was getting pretty close to wanting to roll a fag. (He said this not because he's homophobic, because I don't get that vibe from him, but due to the hour spent getting told what a black slave he is. By that point I don't think he was solely responsible for the words coming out of his mouth, ne?)
I meanwhile spent the rest of the time joking about a double hate crime in the works, which we missed out on because she finally left. Sometimes work gives me a very bad sense of humor ^^
So she was probably the most memorable customer of two weekends past. Last weekend (Friday, technically), my friend Amber and I were drying this Latino guy's car, and he's playing some loud drummy Latino music inside his car. Not an unusual phenomenon because a lot of Latinos come wash at ours, and like to play either Latin music or rap. However, then I'm drying his driverside window and windshield, happened to glance in the car, and he's sitting there playing the bongos while we're drying him. I tell this to Amber and she laughs. About a minute and a half later, I'm drying on the other side of the car, and suddenly she goes, "Holy shit, he is playing the bongos!" I'm like, "Why must every weird thing I say be taken to be meant metaphorically??!"
I was by the passenger window when suddenly this hand thrusts out a tip at me, him still drumming with one hand. I'm still not sure how he got the window down and the money at me in the 10 second interval between that hand leaving and that hand returning to the drums.
He was still drumming one-handed when he pulled out onto the street. It made my fucking day XP
And those, folks, are some tidbits from my work.