I don't do much grocery shopping, but I wanted to stock up on a few holiday ingredients a week ago for Christmas because I always procrastinate in writing a list. Keep in mind, it was extremely late, maybe 1 AM. It was also extremely cold, in the low 30s. In walks a Troon with badly dyed hair in black slutty dress (huge fucking feet). The people in the area I was in just froze up and looked at each other, then went back to what they were doing. The only line that was open was the one closest to the doors, and I was maybe 2 people behind this person. When he got up to put up his stuff on the belt, he started flirting with the male cashier who must have been in his 20s. Generally, natives speak amongst each other in Galego, but this person spoke in Castellano (Spanish). The cashier responded to this tranny, "Me gustan las chicas, tío." Needless to say, the guy proceeded to argue with the cashier that he was indeed a woman and threw a hissy fit and threatened to speak with the manager. He then took off and everyone began laughing.
The funniest part of this story is that the cashier called him Uncle.
OK, my turn. The last time I was visiting my hometown, which is an extremely small town in Appalachia, I went to the local McDonalds to get a Filet-O-Fish, because they're awesome and they don't have them on the menu where I live, which is why I never go to McDonalds here.
Anyway, I go into the store, and they have all of these newfangled touch screen order things, and I'm thinking, "OK, sweet. I won't have to interact with any fucking weirdos while I'm here." I used to work at the same McDonalds when I was in high school, and it's always been a magnet for rejects and weirdos, like every fast food or similarly shitty low wage job.
It hadn't occurred to me that someone was going to have to actually BRING me my food, until this giant hulking troon (at least 6'3" and about 250 lbs) with, I shit you not, pink bows in his braided hair, a rainbow necklace, and pink painted nails walks over and says in the most disturbing voice I've ever heard (imagine Isaac Hayes with a falsetto), "Sir? Did you order the Filet-O-Fish?" My jaw literally dropped... I kind of stuttered out, "Um, yeah" and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mind you, the county in question voted about 80% for Trump in the last election.
He gives me my bag, and then fucking winks at me and says. "See you later, cutie!" I almost threw up in my mouth. I have resolved never to visit McDonalds again when I'm back home. Seriously, what in the actual fuck has it come to when someone like that is deemed fit to interact with the public?