Profiles In Stupidity: Latoya

Takes no guff, wastes no words, has no brains. Wears a big gold tooth and shifty, beady eyes. Routinely takes time during her busy work day to put gas in her car or do some grocery shopping. Not on her appointed break time, mind you. Oh, no, why should she use her own time to run her personal errands when management allows her to leave whenever it’s convenient for her to do it?

Latoya has been serving as the acting head teller since our real head teller decided she couldn’t take it here any more. Not that they would actually make her head teller; she’s far to brash and rude (a.k.a. a Bitch) She wields her purloined station like the leader of the Kodan Armada with his pointy little scepter (so I’m a movie buff, sue me). She is our head tyrant, not our head teller.

Sample:

Me: Latoya, can I please get some tens?

Latoya: You don’t need no tens.

Me (perplexed): Latoya, my last client needed a hundred and sixty dollars worth, and I only have three tens left.

Latoya (nastier): You don’t need no tens.

Me (dumbfounded): O.K., then.

(Two clients later)

Client: Yes, I’d like this cashed out, and can I get fifty dollars of that in tens?

Me: I’m sorry, I don’t have any tens left.

Jean (rising from her desk like a shrouded, shrieking ghoul): What do you mean, you’re out of tens?!? How could you run out of a denomination?!?

Me (pointing at Latoya): Talk to Latoya. She wouldn’t give them to me when I needed them.

Latoya (with a nasty, death-wishing look in her eyes): Mutter, grumble, mutter…

There are four words to describe Latoya: Gash, Fucking, Stupid and Nasty. I’ll let you arrange them in any order you wish.