"Me: 5'2' Asian woman standing in line to pay for my slab
You: 40ish white male, nicely dressed man (maybe an owner?) behind the counter at Micucci's chatting with your friend and watching me get into the other line. I made eye contact with you, hoping you'd ring me up, but you just looked at me, looked away, and kept chatting. I figured working the register was beneath you. But as I started to pay and a white man got behind me in line, you stopped chatting and asked him, 'you all set?' FUCK YOU. "