Sometimes It's so Hard to Hold my Tongue

As they were changing out my register with the opening cashier's yesterday afternoon, a customer came up to complain to my general manager about something.  I was over at the register by the door to keep the line going through, since I couldn't take care of customers on my register until my drawer of money was in it.

We weren't busy at the time and he was almost done, so I came to stand at the counter with the other cashier and see what the problem was.  That's when I noticed her tattoos.

Keep in mind that I have absolutely no problem with tattoos in general.  I plan on having a few myself and Kevin already has his first.  My problem was with what this woman had inked into her skin.

There was a swastika on each of her shoulders.  On each of her arms from her shoulder down in large print was printed the words "Almighty Whitey," so that it could be read from left to right.

What I heard of the conversation was the lady telling my GM that it was more crowded then normal, he calmly told her that we were always that busy.  She told him that she was uncomfortable, that she had to take her sweater off.  Essentially, she was embarrassed of her apparent beliefs, of what she had done to herself.

After she had walked off, my GM said "Yes, I'm prejudice.  Against morons and hypocrites."

I agree, and it took a lot for me to not say anything to her.