December 5, 2012 by meximo70
My job was to fill empty paper routes, maintain current paper carriers, and once in awhile; if our carriers missed a house, i would bring one to them.
this is a conversation i had with one such recipient of the “HotDish Hash”:
Me: good morning, sir, very sorry about missing your house this morning.
idiot: are you the wetback that delivers my paper every morning?
idiot: i said ‘are you the goddamn spic that delivers my newspaper every morning’?
Me: did you just call me a ‘wetback’ and a ‘spic’?
idiot: yeah, that’s what you are, ain’t it?
Slams idiot into his garage door.
Me: here’s your paper, you’ve got 30 seconds to keep your mouth shut until i get to my van. If you open your mouth before then…i’m coming back here to mop up your driveway with your face! Do you understand me?
30 second silence.