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Today I went into my neighborhood Rite-Aid to buy some cold medicine. I hadn't planned to spend a thin dime today, but I was out of my Sudafed, I have a headcold and I had a meeting to attend.
Anyway while this college-age guy was ringing up my sale, a man holding a poster asked the clerk if he could borrow his stapler.
I noticed the poster was neatly printed with the words "The Country has been Bushwhacked again!" or something similar. The man stapled a corner when the assistant manager came running over, "Sir, you can buy the posterboard here and the pens here to make your sign, but keep it out of this store! We don't want that kind of sign in here. It isn't our opinion and we don't want anything to do with it!" she screamed at him.
(I am betting if he had a sign that read "God Bless Bush!" she would have been fine with it and it wouldn't have mattered to her that it was offensive to me.)
The poor guy looked baffled. He responded that he was leaving soon, he just needed the stapler. She just kep harrassing him to leave.
Within seconds the store manager came over and started yelling at the man to get out! He really got into the guy's face and was all puffed up like a rooster. He started yelling that this man (who'd apparently just bought the tagboard and felt pens in the store) was not welcome in the store and if he "ever sees him in there again" he'll "call the cops!"
At this point I was signing my credit card receipt in disbelief, anger mounting, heat rising up my neck.
The customer with the sign clearly had had enough abuse and started yelling back when the manager physically pushed him out of the store. By the time I got outside they were toe to toe on the sidewalk screaming at each other.
I was dressed in a suit for my meeting, so I am sure the manager thought I was 'one of him' when I left because he gave me a smug, self-assured grin as he stood there and berrated this poor guy with the anti-Bush sign.
I got into my car and started to leave when I was just overcome with anger and I swung my back bumper right up to the asshole manager so he could get a good look at my MoveOn anti-Bush and 2 Democratic candidate bumper stickers. Then I got out, marched into the store and demanded my money back. I told the same sales clerk I would NEVER shop there again because of the way they had abused that man.
Soon I was raising my voice. I was telling the 3 or 4 people standing around that Democrats weren't going to take this shit anymore. We would shop where our nickel was valued and our politics not treated like we're a bunch of traitors.
The manager scurried to the back of the store quickly.
The clerk --the same young man who originally rang me up-- said "I am so glad you came in an returned your purchase! There's such a thing as freedom of speech!"
I said "Yeah! Half of this country is furious that Bush is in the White House again and we aren't celebrating his coronation today!"
I was dressed all in black, by the way.
It was a riot.
After I left, I went looking for the guy with the sign but couldn't find him anywhere. I wanted to thank him for standing up. I wanted to tell him he gave me the guts to stand up too. I have had ENOUGH! I am not playing nice anymore.
I hope he's a DUer and is reading this, because today he made me proud to be an American for the first time in a long time.
Thank you sign man. You were awesome!
And thank you Barbara Boxer for leading the way.
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