Some white woman just asked me (awkwardly) for a foundation that was MY skin tone and red or pink lipstick because she was going to an Africa themed party.
Someone give me the strength to keep my hands to myself.
YOOOOO did she just ask…
I work at a makeup counter -_-
THAT BITCH IS GONE!
Literally pushed out of the store after leaving me with this little gem:
Manager: Ma’am, you cannot ask a black woman for the supplies for blackface-
Her: It is a COSTUME! Like, why are you being so damn difficult!? It is a party for AFRICA! I have to be black, OBVIOUSLY!?
Me: Can’t you be a lion or something? They live in Africa-
Her: Don’t be stupid.
Manager: I know your intentions, and we don’t do that here. Please leave.
Her: I’m really sick of you guys playing the victim here. You’re acting like I asked for a Hitler costume!
Me: Security, can you please do something?
Her: *being pushed out* I should have NEVER asked a nigger for help! All you people do is complain about everything and sit on your asses with no jobs, lazy people!
Me: You are AT MY JOB RIGHT NOW, you crazy bitch!
In short, I am REALLY over some white people today.
You handled that so well. Frankly, I would have had my foot in her ass.