He looked at me, and his face nearly broke my heart. It
was the rawest look of pain and heartbreak I have ever seen
on any face, ever in my life.
Roscoe: “Okay.”I almost started crying, and I was so close to grabbing his
hand and taking it all back, when he stood up.
Roscoe: “Well . . . FUCK YOU THEN! DATS WHY YER
PUSSY GARBAGE!”Tiffany: “WHAT???”Roscoe: “YER PUSSY IS GARBAGE.”Roscoe stormed oĉ. I was in motherfucking shock. I
wanted to yell something back at him, but there were
people everywhere. And besides, what am I going to yell
back? “Well you’re fucking handicapped!” or “My pussy IS
NOT garbage!”?
I didn’t know what to say or do. I just sat there in shock,
until my break was over. Then I went back to my counter.
When I got back to the ticket counter, he didn’t even
want to throw my bags no more. He went down to the
other end of the counter and threw somebody else’s bags.
And he gave me the evil eye the rest of the day.
ͳen, I didn’t see him after that for a few days. I went to
his bosses at work. ͳey said, “We don’t know where