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Retail, Parking Lot, South Carolina, USA
I was in the grocery store the other day, having just crossed the crosswalk from the parking lot, when someone laid on the horn and nearly scared the crap out of me. I turned around, and saw some kid in a brand-spanking new G-Wagon (Almost certainly his parents’, cause very few people at that age could afford the payments!) flipping off an elderly man on crutches slowly crossing the crosswalk! On top of that, said elderly man was obviously a ‘Nam vet based on his hat! (I know his injury wasn’t battle-sustained or else he’d have a wheelchair or something more permanent, but still, he deserves some extra respect!) In a few more seconds of waiting, Mr. Rich Kid swerved around the man and accidentally sideswiped the cart return! He went ballistic, saying his father was a big time lawyer, and there’d be a lawsuit, etc. Fortunately, an employee who’d been in the lot collecting carts came up, having witnessed the whole thing. The rich kid then let loose a torrent of words not suitable to repeat, and went off on how we (I’d gotten involved by then!) were being racist, discriminating against him by denying the use of the crosswalk, etc. He threatened to take us to the police. The employe handled it beautifully from there. Oh, the police? Sure, they have a sub-office attached to the main [store name] building! Let’s go get them, I’m sure they have it all on CCTV! The rich kid’s face went livid, and he jumped in and swerved off, out of the parking lot. The elderly man thanked us, and we (the employee, myself, and another bystander who’d also intervened) went on our way. I’d sure like to’ve been a fly on the wall when he had to explain the scratch on daddy’s new car!