The #$%hole at Baskin Robbins

We stopped in a Baskin Robbins yesterday investigating the possibility of an ice cream cake for James’ birthday. The store was apparently run by an indo-pakistani family.

While we were enjoying our ice cream, the skin-head you see at the counter came in, said something to the older man working the counter, who, in turn, quite clearly said, “yes, sir.”

You can see from this cameraphone snap how far away I am from the counter. Some time passed and the skin-head said, “Don’t you speak English? Is that why you’re ignoring me?”

The counter man simply replied, “What can I get you?.”

Skin-head proceeded to point at a sign taped to the front of the counter (which is not visible to someone working behind the counter) and said, “What’s this?”

Counter man, “What, sir?”

Skin-head, shouting, “Can’t you f**king speak English?. Can we get someone at the counter who can f**king speak English?”

We left about this point, but I snapped this picture of the asshole and I hope someday it comes back to haunt him, cause he’s a shithead.

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