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A Phone Call from Melody at Fort Hoodrat
© 2016 James LaFond
MAY/19/16
Mister Jimmy, please tell me you know someone who is hiring out in the county.
The harassment from the customers has been unreal.
Some men, mostly women and even some kids, younger teens.
I'm on edge, about to lose it. My supervisor [who is a black woman] says that its only going to get worse because "that's the way they are." So she's not going to deal with them.
Yesterday I was in the employee's restroom, the women's room, a single seater, while this bitch pounds on the door. I told her I would be right out and I was. But she continued to pound on the door like a fucking cop on Friday morning. I opened the door and this fifteen year old hoodrat is standing right in front of me, chest-to-chest, just staring at me. She would not step aside, so I could get out, so I told the stupid bitch, "Look, you are not getting in unless I get out, so step the fuck off!"
I get back up at the register and some gigantic, watermelon-titty, gorilla bitch is yelling at me about the price of tomatoes. Well that was it, I was ready to knock her chicklets down her throat, but the black men we work with have been protecting us. The white guys run and hide and the black women walk away. But the black guys, they hate these black women, grew up with these whores punching them like men in the stroller, and they now that if they let the hood whores drive us white women out of the store then their asses will be working with a bunch of black bitches that will make their life miserable. Mister Edwin recently threatened to punch some guy's light out for calling me a white bitch. If I hear white bitch one more time, I think I'll go off.
Last Friday I was ringing up this one whore who can't even be thirty and had two-grand on her independence card and she's calling me a white bitch and telling me I'm not moving fast enough, so I slowed down—fuck her!
Well, Donnie, the pretty guy with the braids, stepped up and told her she better shut her mouth or he'd shut it for her and—you know, right then I figured the usual, she calls her man, Donnie calls Mister Edwin up front with the butchers and it's on. But no, this skinny bitch does the bobble head thing and starts calling him a whitey kisser! A whitey kisser! I swear these people are retarded. Christ, if this white cop [Officer Nero] gets off they're going to burn us alive in this place.
So do you know anyone that is hiring?
I let Melody down as easy as I could when I told her that Maryland's oldest surviving food chain just sold their stores to various outfits, and that a few stores didn't get picked up, so the unemployment roles are about to feature another 100 grocers or so.
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John Fry     May 19, 2016

James, send Melody to Austin, TX. She'll drop 5 years of stress in the first week. Plenty of opportunity as the city is flooding with mostly white refugees from just about everywhere.
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