Wait, did you read that? GETS IN MY FACE? YELLS? MY? PERSONAL? SPACE?Īt this point in the story, I won’t share the exact words or tone or volume of my response because I don’t want to lose some of you FB fam who think so highly of me. ” THEN DUDE COMES OVER TO ME, while I am in MIDsentence, GETS IN MY FACE-he is a white male, both older and ALOT shorter than me-and YELLS IN MY PERSONAL SPACE that he was there first and I need to wait my turn. I raise my hand to say me, and the guy last on the scene says “No, I’m next.” So, I say, “Wait, not true. Then he asks, “Who is next?” The couple says nothing. He helps the guy I originally spoke with. He proceeds to stand at a different part of the station. He looks at me and the dude I am standing behind. I whisper to him, “I don’t work here no need to check with them. . .” (2) I LOOKED like the OTHER people in Home Depot: t-shirt and jeans. (1) I DID NOT have on one of those bright ass orange vests, and He thought I worked at Home Depot despite the fact that He says “Yes, thank you, but you should check with that couple over there.” What?
I say “Hi,” and ask him if he has been helped. When I get to the paint station, there is a couple sort of hanging back between the aisle and the station.
So, I go to Home Depot today to get some paint.
CDT (as posted on Facebook by Professor Norwood):
