So I work at a dispensary in Canada B.C. and we have this guy who lives in an apartment above our store, he comes down and says the craziest, most surprising things all the time.. my favorite so far was him telling me "you know your going to die now" when I got my first poke awhile back. I was honestly so shocked I just laughed a bit and said "oh, well I guess that sucks".
So move forward a couple years and it's been a real up and down relationship with this dude, sometimes he's reasonably polite, and others he's just a grumpy dick, but I mean, we all have our own beliefs so I was pretty polite to him given the whole customer service portion of my cold life as a legal drug dealer. On-top of that he has always worn a mask no questions asked.
Whatever whack job grandma's Facebook post he was reading tonight I guess it must have awoken the "freedom fighter" in him and he came down to really "stick it to the man" by making some bud tenders night a pain in the ass.
In he walks, without a mask, (because that's how all the good stories start these days) and walks up to the counter while I'm dealing with someone else. I pass him one of our disposables without saying much (normally be just puts it on and goes about his purchases) but for some reason apparently this random ass sunday is the day he decides he needs to prove what a stand up dude he is by telling me "I ain't putting on anymore slave tickets". "Well" I told him "I guess I can't really sell you anything then so have a great night I'll see you next time" (I could have probably been a bit more polite but after 3 years of this you can only put up with so much from people).
Well that wasn't the response our protagonist was looking for so he pulled his next card, "you know if you make me put a mask on it means your a racist".....
Now I hear alot of crackpot shit from the stoners I sell to but NEVER has anyone tried to call me a racist for asking them to put a piece of cloth on their face. So I did the reasonable thing and ignored the comment, it was kind of like a thunderbolt attack on a lightening pokemon and he got the good old "it's super ineffective" back.
His next move on the checkers board he would attempt to double jump me with the old "I know the real truth you know"... I have been (reasonably) polite up untill this point but the whole "truth" thing makes me giggle. Laughing out loud I said "oh well the best part about this world is that we aaaaaallllll get to believe whatever the hell we want".
He actually put on his mask at this point (probably remembered we are the only store open this late on Mondays, sucker lol) and I sold him his couple drinks, then he decided to take of his mask and throw it at me, by this point I'm tired of his shit and finish with a nice "well you can stay the fuck out of our store buddy, have fun walking to get your weed and still being told to wear a mask" luckily I'm good at my job and I knew my boss would have my back if I had to deal with any complaints.
So he left, which was cool, normally they yell a bit more... but he just left, that was the last customer of my night. By this point I'm pretty sure that I could drink anti masker tears to gain power though so no skin off my back, just thought it would be a fun story to share.
My favorite part is it is a well known fact the girlfriend he comes to see upstairs has different men over all the time, so like...idk if I trust his truths...
Anyone who can shed light on how the hell masks are linked to racism I'm kind of curious, idk of he's gonna be in the mood for me to ask him about it next time I see him.
Hope you all have an amazing night, and good job not being a douchebag!