Ryan pisses off street rat....hilarity ensues

So last weekend I am working, because I sell all of my free time on the weekends to the man, and I am down the candy aisle ordering candy, when in comes this cockroach that I have previously banned from the store. He starts giving my coworker a hard time about something, and this it is at this point that hilarity ensues.

Me: You aren't even allowed in here man.
Roach: (Ignores me)
Me: You need to get the hell out!
Roach: What the fuck is your fuckin' problem man. I will come over there and hit you in the fuckin' face asshole, you can't fuckin' talk to me like that.
Me: You know you aren't allowed in here, maybe it is your intelligent language choice that got you banned from the store in the first place. (along with his nasty bottles that are full of what I assume to be fecal matter and heaven only knows what other types of disease.)
Roach: I'll kick your fuckin' ass!
Me: Whatever man, I get off in a half hour if you want to meet me around back, or you could just do it here, prosecuting you will be fun.
Roach: (gathers his stuff and leaves, sends white trash girlfriend in a few minutes later with nasty bottles)

Me: if those are dirty I'm not accepting them.
White trash girl: (ignores me, similar to her winner boyfriend who has no aspirations in life other than returning bottles so he can go buy a blunt wrap across the street) (finishes counting her bottles and asks me to throw the bag in the garbage, which is caked in disgusting materials)
Me: I am not touching that thing, it's disgusting.
White trash girl: Is there a manager here I can speak to? You're rude.
Me: I am the manager in charge at this time, did you have a problem?
White trash girl: (Jaw drops) You're the manager? Is there another one here I can talk to?
Coworker: Yeah, me, what is your problem?
White trash girl: He is rude!
Coworker: No he's not, you are. We don't take filthy bottles and you can throw your own trash away.
White trash girl: Whatever! Just pay me my money!
Coworker: Get in line like everybody else.

This is the kind of crap I deal with regularly. There is nothing better than being talked down to by somebody who will never accomplish anything in life. How do these mental midgets even manage remembering to breathe?