As an aspiring racing official, Mauricia Grant had grown used to working in a man's world. When she finally made it to the hallowed grease stains of NASCAR, Ms. Grant was appalled at the way she was treated beginning from her first day on the job until her firing last October.
“I loved it. It was a great, exciting, adrenaline-filled job where I worked with fast cars and the best drivers in the world,” Grant told The Associated Press. “But there was an ongoing daily pattern [of harassment]. It was the nature of the people I worked with, the people who ran it, it trickled down from the top.
“It's just the way things are in the garage,”
No fucking shit, sweetie. (put that one on our tab)
Having been around NASCAR track operations a little, we should tell Ms. Grant that there is one little thing she may have overlooked…at least she’s not a dude!
Brutal is a vast understatement as to how these guys treat each other. Nothing and nobody is safe from the taunts, pranks, catcalls, punches, spit, snot, piss and every other potential insult possible.
Remember a few weeks ago when the Chicago Pink Sox had a couple of benign blowup dolls in their Clubhouse? Dudes on a NASCAR pit crew would bang the dolls while holding a blowtorch under each other’s balls to see who pulls-out first.
And this dim broad Grant (add that to the bill) thinks she deserves $225M for a few offhanded vulgar comments? If that’s the going rate for perceived insult, MLB, NFL & NBA should be getting our invoices any day now.
We’ll also have some…ahem…payments to make.
