I hate people

The husband and I were out running some errands and our first stop was the post office. I needed to get my friend's shower invites out and we got there 3 minutes before the post office closed. We walked in behind another woman who had a package or two and followed her to the second door where the customer service counter was. There was another woman at the door, holding it open, also holding some packages. We thought she was leaving the post office having picked some stuff up. Well, I guess she was on her way IN, because after we walked in she says, "boy, you try to help one person and you turn into a slave!"

A SLAVE.

Okay -- first of all, bitch, we didn't know if you were coming or going but you're standing there holding the fucking door and I'm in a hurry. So if you needed to go in, you should have just gone in and let us get the door for ourselves. Last time I checked, I was perfectly capable of opening a goddamned door. Secondly, seeing as the first person you let by was black, I think a slave reference was even more offensive than if it had just been me and the husband. Third, it's nice to know that you are limited to one act of common courtesy per day. It made it much easier for my reaction to be, "a slave. NICE. Jesus Christ." Then the husband chimed in -- I thought she was leaving. Duh, because her fat ass was just standing there -- so at this point, I don't care if you're on your way in, or out, or whatever. Just get the fuck out of my way!