Evening At Giant – A Play in 3 Acts

Who knew going to the grocery store could be so stressful?
Act 1: I was following a guy down an aisle when a woman comes up to him, accuses him of avoiding her, and demands money. Not sure what it was about – I suspect it was some kind of child support thing. I managed to get past them, and moved on with my shopping.
Act 2: A domestic that I suspect was over a cell phone – I don’t remember a whole lot of the details to that. It was very loud and occasionally profane.
Act 3: I was taking my cart out to the car through the vestibule and I hear yelling. There was a group of mostly Asian kids standing outside. Two of them were store employees. They weren’t causing trouble. A woman was standing there screaming at them that they should go back to their f—ing countries and stop taking all of our jobs. And if they want to be here, they should speak the f—ing language and on and on. Her husband finally pulled her away. One of the kids was recording the incident on his cell phone – good thinking. That’s the kind of woman who would claim the kids attacked her. I was afraid to go out there – I was really afraid that they’d think I agreed with her because I’m white. This is why kids turn to drugs and gangs. People like her who let them know that’s what’s expected. If you’re going to shop in a neighborhood of mostly Hispanics and Asians, you should EXPECT them to speak other languages. It’s like going to Chinatown in any US city and expecting to see all of the signs in English. I thought diversity was what this country is all about. Isn’t it?