What Happend At Work Today Part 1

Two large Hispanic men entered the store and started looking at stuff. I guess they had parked their car in the cut-out just outside the store and therefore felt it necessary to check periodically if their car was being ticketed or towed away. After about ten minutes one went to go check on the car and came back, his dark skin turned pale in fright. He started screaming at his friend in Spanish. It was odd to see such intimidating gentlemen so frightened especially since I did not know what it was they were scared of. What I made out was that some people were in their car. They looked like the type of guys who could handle a situation like this but another factor seemed to have entered the scenario in which they knew they would not get their car back. After some quick debating over the situation, two knives were purchased, my fellow employee was instructed to keep the change, and a request was made by them to be let out the back of the store.
Two minutes later a young African American gentlemen entered the store. After a quick look around he asked me, "where those two fat Mexican niggas went." I told him I was not sure who he was referring to as many obese peoples of all colors come to my lovely place of employment. "Fuck that," he said as he continued his search of the entire store including the back area which has a sign clearly stating employees were only allowed in that area. Although I sometimes enjoy being a dick about people going back there I thought that this was one of those times when I should live and let live. I told him maybe they had left out the front which he said was impossible as many of his close friends were waiting there. I inquired about what was going on and he told me that the two obese Hispanic men in question had something which belonged to him. Then he left.
Two minutes can make all the difference in the world. Two minutes can be the difference between living a lonely life of masturbation and constant cheeseburger consumption and finding a true love. Two minutes can also be the difference of a somewhat interesting story about my day at work and a bloody may-lay; the results of which might cut into my precious time at work.