They're the best kind! I miss mine; he'd sit in his yard in a three piece suit at night (he had dementia) and remind me during every conversation that he was, in fact, the "Real John Wayne" (it was in fact his real, legal name)
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Originally Posted by The Batlord
So the ride home was interesting today. I'm riding my bike out of the Burger King parking lot and I see this homeless dude with a cardboard sign. When I'm about to pass him I see that his face is like a week from being put on a Faces of Meth poster, just covered in bright red sores and he's skinny as ****. Then he asks me in a thick Southern accent if I can spare a cigarette, so I stop and give him one. Then he's like, "Thank god it's not a menthol," and I tell him I can't stand menthols, and his response was, and I quote, "Every nigger in the god damn world smokes menthols." For about a tenth of a second I toy with the idea of saying something, but I'm not about to get into an argument with some redneck, homeless, tweaker piece of white trash in the middle of a parking lot.
What ****ing world does this guy live in that he thinks it's smart to just assume that every white person he sees hates black people? I mean, I know this is the South, but this is not rural Alabama. There's racism around here, but this was some other ****. WTF.
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I didn't know you also lived in the south; my condolences. What you describe is not terribly uncommon, even here in north Texas-- those sewer-goblins are everywhere--and then afterward of course they look at you expectantly as if it's your turn to say something equally racist and idiotic. (I find that most of them just save their comments for private family dinners/situations where they're already amidst all of the racist drunk aunts and uncles of the land.)