Yesterday, my wife, kids, and I went to Cracker Barrel (Trinity Circle, Washington, PA) for supper. We haven’t been there for a while, and thought it would be a nice change; besides the prices aren’t too bad and I like their Chicken Fried Chicken platter. Good stuff. Although the fried okra is nothing like the fresh, real thing; not to mention the frozen collard greens. But, that’s the way it is. I don’t live down in the Southern part of the country. Although I wish I did when it comes to the good eatin’ those folks partake in down there. Anyway, what I ate was pretty good.
When we finished our meal, I told my wife I’d go up front and settle the bill. No problems so far.
While we were preparing to exit the establishment, there was a black employee standing outside, right in front of the exit. Another black fellow was sitting in a chair right next to him, literally screaming expletives. I mean this guy was shouting “fuck” this and “fuck” that. Nearly every other word out of his mouth was “fuck.” My two kids heard him clearly. I ushered my family to the car, and went back inside the restaurant. I went to the hostess area and asked for a manager to come over to talk to me immediately. The manager came over at once and I explained the situation to him. At that very moment, the black employee was standing next to me attempting to tell the manager that the guy who was shouting at him was his son. Real nice, he lets his son talk to him that way. I’ll tell you what, if my son “talked” to me the way his son was talking to him, my son would be in a world of pain.
I told the manager that he ought to think hard about what is going on in the front of his establishment and that the guy who was shouting should be removed from outside the premises immediately.
I’m as serious as a heart attack, it took every ounce of my being to not knock that sonuvabitch down to the pavement and start kicking the shit out of him.
I’m telling you, the anger going through me was more than enough to literally knock that guy down unconscious. I wanted to. Badly. More than anything
We drove to Target to walk off our supper, and on the way, I called the Cracker Barrel restaurant to complain about what I had heard, and that I will never go back there again because of the employee working there and the potentially dangerous situation his son is bringing to the place. Who knows, that guy was probably packing heat. In fact, I’m willing bet dollars to pesos he was. He was a total thug. Everything about that scumbag said he was. From the way he was dressed, to the way he was “talking” to his father.
If it were up to me, the employee working there would be fired. On the spot. No questions asked.
But I digress, I can lay odds he’s still working there.
Because he’s black.
Tell me I’m wrong.
I dare you.
If the people involved in the aforementioned scenario were white, do you think the guy working there would still have a job?
I’m just saying.