Had a lady faint when I was putting groceries in her car. Turns out she was pregnant and hadn't been eating and was dehydrating...

And so I go buy her a bottle of water, and then some other lady approaches me while I'm putting someone else's groceries away, and yells at me, saying how I always walk away when she needs package help and is sick of it and sick of me and blah blah blah.

She so she stands there yelling at me in front of Dylan who is trying not to laugh, and she calls me a "little black bitch" and walks off to her car. Why she included "black" in there, I don't know. She is black too.

Thanks be to God that I do not have a temper. First, it cannot be me that she's talking about for 2 reasons. (1) I've NEVER seen her before. I remember the faces of people that I've taken groceries out for. (2) I've NEVER walked away from somebody with groceries when they needed me to bag them except for once, and that was because I was trying to buy for THE PERSON THAT WAS DYING OUTSIDE THE STORE, so I told Dylan to buy them for me.

Gah-lee. I think that the Angry lady was talking about a guy named Patrick for two reasons. (1) We're both black, and he's almost my height and such. And (2) he is known to walk away from a package help.

So yeah she comes back inside, and talks to the manager (Tommy), who tells her to write down her complaint and he'll give it to the head manager (Eric). As she walks out she saying some other stuff, but I don't quite catch it. Of course Tommy and the rest of the workers in the store take my side, because, well, It's ME. I'm not known to cause any trouble whatsoever, especially with customers, who I treat with all the respect I can.

So yeah, Eric's gonna have some words to say to me when I get there Saturday, I suppose. But he's not gonna believe it either.

It's summer fever.

Danny