The Bitterness Continues: From A Former Dairy Queen Employee

March 14th, 2006 // 7 Comments

We had so many great entries in the Bitter is the New Black contest, that we had to post some of the other entries. Hopefully, your story won’t sound so bad after reading these.

So I once worked for a racist, perverted pig.  He was the owner of the Diary Queen restaurant where I served as an employee.  Mr. Pig, as I like to fondly refer to him, hated black people and women; that is, unless the women were dancing naked in the strip clubs he often frequented.  Mr. Pig had a manager who worked for him who I will call Mr. Sleaze.  Mr. Sleeze and Mr. Pig were good friends because of their intense hatred of black people and love of naked women.  Mr. Sleaze even had the letters, “KKK” tatooed on his fingers which he had to keep bandaged at work so as not to offend the people buying ice cream.  Mr. Pig and Mr. Sleaze often used the “N” word when they talked about a black female employee.  She was the only black employee.  She had only been hired to even the race quotient(their words, not mine).  They hated her, but Mr. Sleaze had a thing for me.  I was 18, and fairly naive and impressionable.

The story continues after the jump.

He was desperate, and I mean really desperate to get in my pants.  But I don’t go for guys like Mr. Sleaze.  I didn’t want to catch any number of veneral diseases that he carried.  So Mr. Sleaze complained about me to Mr. Pig because I wouldn’t sleep with him.  So Mr. Pig decided to punish me at work.  One day he gave me a toothbrush and told me to scrub the floor with it.  He literally handed me a tooth brush, smiled and said, “Get down on your hands and knees and scrub the french fry grease out from between the cracks of the tile.”  I told him, “Are you crazy?” or something like that and the next thing I knew, I was in the office being told that I was fired for insubordination.  After that day I often saw Mr. Pig in driving around in a white convertible with license plates that said “Dairy King.”  He even drove around in parades with that convertible in the St. Louis area during 1992-1995.  I’m not bitter or anything, but I hope Mr. Pig’s and Mr. Sleaze’s dick’s rotted and fell off long ago and they have to pee sitting down.
 
Signed,
 
Former Dairy Queen Employee

By Miu von Furstenberg
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  1. caboozy

    It disturbs me that he was serving food to customers with bandages on his fingers. Oh, and the rest of the story is disturbing too.

  2. tia

    Im surprised that she has never reported this to anyone. Specially the whole racist comment and then Mr. sleaze making sexual advances like that. Im disappointed in her.

  3. Margaret

    Who says she didn’t report it? The EEOC said she didn’t have enough proof. Also, the police didn’t believe her when she told them the owner was selling cocaine from the back room. What can I say? Betcha didn’t know you could get *those* kinds of sweets from Dairy Queen.

    Former Dairy Queen Employee

  4. Canadian Dude

    You Americans make me sick…

  5. Passport Junkie

    …and “Canadian Dude”, stupid comments like that make me want to shove a maple tree up your arse

    Signed,
    Citizen of New Zealand, Turkey and the European Union

  6. kelly

    I remember seeing the car with the ‘dairy king’ plates-I think it was a white or red cadillac. Never went to the store; it always looked too dirty & run-down to me. The truth is even worse. Funny thing: it’s located in an area with one of the largest black populations in suburban st. louis. On Lindbergh. In Florissant.

  7. Margaret

    Small world, Kelly. And be glad you never ate there.

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