"i'm not going to be at fault if you don't win. pick them yourself, please use the numbers too. PLEASE."
"i will place no blame on you if i don't win."
"i am not going to choose boss."
"you know my name or not?"
"huh?"
"i've told you my name so many times. i remember your name. it's samir. you go by sam because you don't think white people can pronounce it or remember it. i don't know. frankly i don't care. just give me the fucking cigarettes and give me #'s 1,3 & 5."
"that will be $9.23."
"price go up sam?"
"yes."
"when?"
"when you walked in."
"hey sam?"
"yes boss?"
"do me a favor and GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!" i left $8 on the counter and walked out.
"THAT WASN'T ENOUGH MONEY, YOU ARE STEALING FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!" he yelled, i had already walked out of his store. in my mind i was curious as to what he was actually going to do. i wasn't in the mood for this petty bullshit and frankly, i didn't give much of a fuck as to what he was gonna do. he could bring whatever he wanted to this rodeo. i was read....
SMACK.
he had run up behind me and slapped me on the right side of my face, pretty hard actually. i could feel where he had turned his tiger eye ring around. that fucker. what is with grown men slapping? i don't fucking know, and turning your ring in to slap someone, that's downright dirty. game on. i turned around, his left arm was swinging at my face with another slap. i mean come on. i blocked his arm and threw a forearm right across his nose. blood everywhere. i swept his leg and he went down with a thud. i grabbed his arm and put it behind his back.
"say uncle." i said
"huh?" i pushed the armbar tighter.
"say fucking uncle sam!"
"uncle?" i laughed.
"you stole from me you son of a bitch."
"fuck you sam. you insulted me. you don't pay attention to your customers, you don't know my name. you don't remember what cigarettes i buy. you're just kind a fucking asshole that assumes that the world should shop at your store because you're close to their apartment. fuck you samir!"
"i will place no blame on you if i don't win."
"i am not going to choose boss."
"you know my name or not?"
"huh?"
"i've told you my name so many times. i remember your name. it's samir. you go by sam because you don't think white people can pronounce it or remember it. i don't know. frankly i don't care. just give me the fucking cigarettes and give me #'s 1,3 & 5."
"that will be $9.23."
"price go up sam?"
"yes."
"when?"
"when you walked in."
"hey sam?"
"yes boss?"
"do me a favor and GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!" i left $8 on the counter and walked out.
"THAT WASN'T ENOUGH MONEY, YOU ARE STEALING FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!" he yelled, i had already walked out of his store. in my mind i was curious as to what he was actually going to do. i wasn't in the mood for this petty bullshit and frankly, i didn't give much of a fuck as to what he was gonna do. he could bring whatever he wanted to this rodeo. i was read....
SMACK.
he had run up behind me and slapped me on the right side of my face, pretty hard actually. i could feel where he had turned his tiger eye ring around. that fucker. what is with grown men slapping? i don't fucking know, and turning your ring in to slap someone, that's downright dirty. game on. i turned around, his left arm was swinging at my face with another slap. i mean come on. i blocked his arm and threw a forearm right across his nose. blood everywhere. i swept his leg and he went down with a thud. i grabbed his arm and put it behind his back.
"say uncle." i said
"huh?" i pushed the armbar tighter.
"say fucking uncle sam!"
"uncle?" i laughed.
"you stole from me you son of a bitch."
"fuck you sam. you insulted me. you don't pay attention to your customers, you don't know my name. you don't remember what cigarettes i buy. you're just kind a fucking asshole that assumes that the world should shop at your store because you're close to their apartment. fuck you samir!"
