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 $3
So you may be
asking yourself what does an unkempt profane female shop for? One glass jar of Chestnut Hill Stuffed
Manzanilla Olives, 7 oz.
Of all days for this white babbling psycho to shop for
olives I had to get behind her.
Finally the moral of
the story is:
It’s not the shade of
the person that matters but what shade is the person’s heart. This lady was
white on the outside but dark on the inside
So there I am at
Family Dollar in Bedford off of Rockside
Mostly a black
neighborhood
Everyone was friendly
towards me except one skeevy white woman wearing a BLM shirt
This woman makes a
coal miner look cleaner and more feminine
I had my Trump shirt
on this could be part of the story
Standing behind this
woman, if I should even call her that, in a line that was moving slower than
cold molasses
She barked EXCUSE ME
STAND BACK AND YOU ARE NOT WEARING A MASK
Um lady if you are so
concerned pull up your mask.
She was wearing the
mask with her nose exposed
YOU ARE NOT WEARING A
MASK STAND BACK
Again I repeated if
you were wearing the mask properly you would have no concern
The same snarled
verbage came out of her with the middle finger directed at me with some
colorful blankety blanks.
In the parking lot I
saw her again and gave a good old raspberry, a Bronx cheer, a salute.
Wow did this set her
off with a barrage of more middle fingers and swearing
She pulls out, I pull
out. She stops on the side of the road
I stop in the middle
of the road to see what this mad woman wants
She takes a picture of
me while yelling wait till my husband finds you (%$*()*^#@!
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
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.
So 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
