...a well built older man with white hair and beard, accompanied by his equally elderly buddy who was smaller in stature.
Willow offhandedly thought that the taller man objectively wasn't bad looking, giving off definite Daddy vibes, but any attraction she might have had was offset by his hateful screaming in her face, waving what didn't belong to him in his hand around erratically.
"Jesus Christ, you foreigners are everywhere! Go back to Russia where you belong!" he said angrily.
"Give. Back. Phone" Willow demanded.
The blonde was so angry at Jenna right now for handicapping her language this badly. She normally would be cursing this guy out, giving as good as she got, but she couldn't speak in full sentences anymore and had to carefully think about what to say.
"Do Russians not know how to say please?" the man asked mockingly.
"Am. Not. Russian. Give. Back. Phone."
"Wherever the hell you're from, you and your little spic girlfriend aren't welcome here. America is closed."
"Hey, lay off of her, she might be Ukrainian" said the shorter man, trying to calm his friend down. "Ukrainians are our friends. They're going through a tough time right now."
The taller man looked down at his friend, his chest heaving with misplaced anger at a world he was having trouble understanding anymore. He sighed like a petulant teenager.
"Fine" he said through gritted teeth, dropping the phone at Willow's feet spitefully. "As long as she's white, but fuck those people. We never should have trusted them. Russkies are all warmongers! And now they're sending their degenerate lesbians over here!"
"Earl, just calm down buddy."
The two old men walked away, sitting in a pair of chairs near a changing room.
"Pendejo!" Jenna muttered loudly.
"Don't worry, Jenna. I make him pay."
Willow picked up her phone and immediately refreshed the app. It said:
"A frustrated old white man is waiting for his wife to leave the changing room."
"Time to pay, racist cocksucker" Willow said under her breath.
Willow began messing with the app until it read:
"A timid teenage Jewish girl is waiting for her mother to leave the changing room."
Willow confirmed the change.
The tall, broad-shouldered old man had suddenly been replaced by a small and frail but pretty German Jewish girl with curly dark hair, sitting next to her former best friend, now her father.
The former man's wife, now mother, soon exited the changing room soon after.
"Ready to go, guys?" the beautiful middle aged woman asked in her pretty new dress.
"Um, Kate, something happened while you were in there" the new father said. You see those two women over there?" he asked, pointing at Willow and Jenna, who were staring at the family from behind an aisle of women's clothing. "Well five minutes ago, Emma just..."
He explained how their daughter Emma went over and grabbed the blonde woman's phone as soon as she heard the woman speaking with a foreign accent, and began verbally attacking the two of them, spewing racial slurs.
"Oh really?!" the new mother said, her voice taking on a hard edge. "Emma Schatzman, you apologize right now, young lady!"
Kate grabbed Emma's wrist and marched right up to Willow and Jenna, Emma unable to resist the pull of her mother.
"Excuse me, ladies!" Kate said, now within speaking distance. "My daughter has something to say to you two."
"What do you say?" Kate said, looking down.
"Umm...I'm sorry for taking your phone and yelling at you, ma'am", the older man turned sixteen year old girl said shamefully, her head lowered.
"*Why* did you do it?" Kate demanded.
"I'm just mad about the war in the Ukraine, and I took it out on them."
Emma sounded as quiet as a church mouse, the complete opposite of her loudmouthed former male self.
"Are you kidding me? I thought our daughter was smarter than to be a racist! You of all people should know not to judge others for where they're from! What would your grandfather say if he saw you treating immigrants badly?!" Kate yelled.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Well, you're being grounded for this, missy. For a week! Maybe a month!"
Kate yelled at her former husband all the way out the store.
Once they were gone, Jenna grinned at Willow.