Longtime reader, first time poster, curiosity about making my own series is killing this cat. Meow.
littleonerunning: 4'11", 105 lbs. Formerly anorexic. Quite possibly still eating disordered.
BossLady: runs this food bank. Is excellent. Kind, compassionate, but won't stand for anyone giving her volunteers or employees shit.
Cowboy: Number two and usually the floor manager. A true gentleman but still with plenty of backbone. He's kinda my hero.
MadCow: ughhhhh. Fat, slobby, and just...you'll see.
Our food bank has a freezer for meats/poultry, whatever we can get in. Someone has to run that. You get specific proportions depending on your family size. There is also a dairy refrigerator, as well as the other areas of the food bank (produce, bread, canned goods, pasta/rice, etc). On this fateful day, I was responsible for the meat freezer.
MadCow reaches my counter and peers into the fridge behind me. I ask, "what looks good today, sir?" He replies, "Gemme one a dem big beefs in der." I reach in and grab a steak of the appropriate size and offer it to him. He pushes it away, snarling, "a BIG one. what part uh dat wuz unclear to you." I reply, "sir, this is the largest I can give you. The larger ones are reserved for families with children."
That was not an acceptable answer.
"I SAID, a BIG one. GIB ID TO ME NOW, LITTLE GIRL." "Sir, you can have one of the appropriate size, or you can have none at all. Frankly, I don't care which." "LITTLE GIRL, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MEN. MEN NEED BEEF. BEEF IS FAR HEALTHIER THAN CHICKEN OR ANY OF THE OTHER GIRLIE CRAP YA GOT IN DAT FREEZA." "Sir, you either don't understand nutrition or else you're trying to feed me (teehee) nonsense. A large beef roast is not integral to your health, and regardless, you can't have it."
MadCow snatches the offered meat from my hand, threatening to report me to management, etc. Stomps off to the dairy cooler, where he hassles the gentleman assisting clients there. Apparently "real men" can't possibly get full without cheese at every single meal.
But the real kicker: as he walks around to the produce area, he stops, pulls out his wallet, and counts through the wad of cash. It was at least two hundred dollars. Does he not understand that this is a FOOD BANK?! People here do not have wads of cash in their pockets. Or if they do have something- I understand people there are sometimes the working poor- they at least have the class not to wave it around. Sheesh.
Predictably, Cowboy asks MadCow to put the cash away. MadCow yells at him, explaining that he needs more money for food because "DAT LIL BITCH RUNNING YO MEAT COUNTER ONLY GIVE ME THIS LITTLE PIECE OF BEEF." Cowboy tells MC that he doesn't care what's in MC's pocket- it's simply inappropriate to wave cash around.
Anyway, I love working in the food bank overall. The majority of our clients are fantastic people, and it's truly wonderful to be able to help them. But some of the ones who aren't so wonderful...well, they're ending up on FPS.
Submitted April 14, 2015 at 10:44AM by littleonerunning http://ift.tt/1PFPpUQ fatpeoplestories
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