Shopping Experience

So there I am at Family Dollar in Bedford off of Rockside

Mostly a black neighborhood

Everyone was friendly towards me except one skeevy white woman wearing a BLM shirt

This woman makes a coal miner look cleaner and more feminine

I had my Trump shirt on this could be part of the story

Standing behind this woman, if I should even call her that, in a line that was moving slower than cold molasses

She barked EXCUSE ME STAND BACK AND YOU ARE NOT WEARING A MASK

Um lady if you are so concerned pull up your mask.

She was wearing the mask with her nose exposed

YOU ARE NOT WEARING A MASK STAND BACK

Again I repeated if you were wearing the mask properly you would have no concern

The same snarled verbage came out of her with the middle finger directed at me with some colorful blankety blanks.

In the parking lot I saw her again and gave a good old raspberry, a Bronx cheer, a salute.

Wow did this set her off with a barrage of more middle fingers and swearing

She pulls out, I pull out. She stops on the side of the road

I stop in the middle of the road to see what this mad woman wants

She takes a picture of me while yelling wait till my husband finds you (%$*()*^#@!

I laugh and wave the American flag and zoom off.

Some numbers for you

1 out 2 whites were unruly and disgusting

25 out of 25 blacks were polite

2 bags of candy for $3

So you may be asking yourself what does an unkempt profane female shop for? One glass jar of Chestnut Hill Stuffed Manzanilla Olives, 7 oz.

Of all days for this white babbling psycho to shop for olives I had to get behind her.

Finally the moral of the story is:

It’s not the shade of the person that matters but what shade is the person’s heart. This lady was white on the outside but dark on the inside