i’m a WHAT?!?

so, the other night i had to run to the store after work for some chocolate milk for the morning because, in that sense and a few others, i am still a child…

…i had to wait, and noticed one of the few “10 items or less” registers was being dominated by some white guy with a FULL FUCKING CART. when i could finally check out it was at a station next to him. i walked up, looked his full cart up and down, and kinda under my breath, but more out loud, said, “jesus fuckin’ christ…”

(in my head i heard in billy bob thorton’s voice, if that makes sense)

the guy turns to me and says, “you got something to say?”, in what i could tell was his “intimidating voice”. so i replied, “yeah, i just had a question,” pointing at the ten items or less sign, “which kinda stupid are you? the kind that can’t read or the kind that can’t count?”

“i’m neither, i can do both”, he replied, to which i quickly fired back, “ah, so you’re just an asshole”

(i’ll quickly point out that during the above exchange i got my six items rung up, bagged, paid for, and got cash back, he was still working on his pile…)

as i stepped away from my register (so someone else could use it), i had to pass him to get to the door so i added, “we get it, the rules don’t apply to you, because you people laughingly think you’re being discriminated against lately”

this was my comment on the ridiculous notion the MAGAt’s have been pushing lately that the civil rights movement, even mentioning slavery, LGBT, etc, is all unfair to and biased against, white people, particularly white, straight, males. ironically, that’s when the little girl watching over the self checkout (who was neither white nor male, can’t speak to orientation) felt the need to step in and say…

“sir, that was a little racist”

“EXCUSE ME?!?!”, i practically yelled, then lowered my voice to conversational tone and continued, “racist against WHO, exactly? straight white guys? look at my face and say that again…”, and i stared at her. the look in her eyes said she realized the error in her ways. i held the glance long enough to make my point, looked back at the mathmetician on register six (who was still bagging up) and said, “it’s ten ITEMS or less, not ten BAGS or less, dick head…” and walked out.

i’ll quickly note, this was NOT at my friendly, neighborhood, tragically under stocked on what i need, lockhart HEB.