The Wiggers

I'll admit it, I was slacking last week and forgot to post, so because of that, and in light of recent events, I decided I would post twice this week.

Before I get into the story, I need to describe one of the people I work with. I doubt anyone knows him, so I am going to go into some detail here. He probably weighs around 270 pounds, and he's only like 6' tall. He's from Cyprus, which I think is an island outside of Greece. Just picture this kid in your mind, pretty funny looking huh? Well on top of all that, he thinks he's about 6'5 and weighs 180 pounds (of pure muscle). Now I'm no gladiator, but I consider myself fit. There have been numerous times where he has told me he could beat me up (worded differently), and he's been totally truthful about it. He always tells me about different times he's been to jail and whatnot, and honestly, it's really annoying. Also, with his altered vision of himself, he attempts to hit on every girl that works with us. It's obvious they are extremely turned off by him, but he can't take a clue. And that's just where the problems started on Friday night.

Apparently, one of the girls who works up front has a wigger as a brother. She supposedly went home one night and informed her brother about this guy a described, and how he always hits on her and is a total d-bag. Her brother gets all mad, and is quoted for saying "He can be like that towards errbody' else, but he aint gonna' be like dat' towards you." Anyways, this trailer-trash wigger of a brother comes into the restaurant on Friday night, yelling for this dude to come out to the parking lot, and fight him. This was happening as I was getting off of work, around 9:00. As I walked into the lobby, our manager was trying to calm the ruckus down. The tattoo-stricken wigger looked at me, crazy eyed. "Hey yo, you know dat' dude back there? Heyyo' tell dat' little rat that ima' break his neck, and if you're his friend ima' break yo' neck too. Believe dat'."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Was this guy really trying to talk trash to me? I just replied with an "Ok, buddy" as he walked out the door backwards, eying me the whole way out. His sister repeatedly tried to apologize to me, clearly embarrassed by her brother's actions. I really didn't care that much anyways. People are fools.

The best part about this whole situation, is that if you guys want proof this actually happened, ask Michael Gaddis. He was there when it was all going down.