The Last Straw...

i work very hard
but these people insist on
taking what i sell

Tonite was very upsetting for me folks. These things never happened to me in Rhode Island, and while I'm sure people shoplift there, it could never -- not even slightly -- compare to the people who steal from... The Little Haiti Video Store. In addition to being the leader of the free Nation of Chulo, I am also the Assistant Manager of The Little Haiti Video Store located in sunny West Palm Beach. While it's my high school job and I am not currently using my degree in Television & Radio, my Mickey Mouse job pays my student loan and provides health care -- in addition to flexible paid time off.

The problem isn't even the video store, but rather the people who rent there. I like about five percent of the people that come into the store in a given night. The remaining ninety-five percent are a vile mixture of white trash, rednecks, obnoxious black people, haitians and people who come with children (most in this group also fall into one of the previous.) In fear of upsetting The Scientist from the North, I'll try to keep my generalizations to a minimum.

I don't know what Haiti is like, I mean real Haiti, not West Palm Beach. After watching the Haitians (who have arrived to America recently) that come into the Little Haiti Video Store, I've come up with a pretty good idea... In real Haiti, the government is non-existant. We know this because the citizens have a blatant disregard for the law. They come into the video store and steal the new DVDs, they let their ill-mannered children eat candy they do not intend to pay for while throwing the wrappers to the floor and they fail to take responsibility for their actions when they're clearly wrong. Also, I imagine that they do not have working plumbing. They let their children piss in the video store on the floor like an animal that's yet to be house broken, and also they wipe their children's shit-covered ass and then throw it away. Finally, all of the people who live there must be deaf as evidenced by their ability to ignore their seven screaming children who are running around the store touching everything and screaming as if they were being stabbed in the chest.

Perhaps I've just met the wrong Haitians... Perhaps not.

And you know I don't like to write about my job -- this is probably if not one of the first, THE first post about that god-awful hole. I find that complaining about it does not really change anything, but rather makes me look like a whining bitch. Today however -- today I don't care.

As I was putting the returns away, Haitian Female Number One (HF1 or "Deaf Diesel Bitch") exited the store, only to come back in to open the "In" door and let out Haitian Female Number Two (HF2 or "Fatty") who was in possession over fifteen brand new DVDs. Looking on and unable to see well from a distance, I came around to make sure I had actually seen what I thought. When I went outside, Deaf Diesel Bitch and Fatty were walking -- AS IF THEY WERE PAYING CUSTOMERS -- casually to their gold Impala with temporary plates. I shouted at them, in hopes I was wrong and they really had nothing, but of course they did not hear me as they must have been deaf. They unlocked the car with the alarm remote and Fatty got into the car tossing the product to the floor. Yes, they were indeed thieves. Deaf Diesel Bitch turned on the car and sped off towards the exit. She swerved around a car that had stopped at a red light and used the other lane to pass that stopped car into oncoming traffic to mount her escape. I wish more than anything that a large truck was coming from the other direction and smashed that gold piece of shit to bits in the road only to have the two bitches emerge bloody and broken, gripping for whatever life was left in them...

But I digress...

As they were driving away I called the police. Do you think they did anything? Of course they didn't -- they're doing better things like ticketing people for switching lanes without a turn signal. What needs to happen for the police to come? Do I need to have someone dead or almost dead for any type of worthwhile response?

Waste of tax dollars if you ask me...