Racism
I was beside myself the other day. I was in the bank, doing some stuff and the guy at the teller beside me wasn’t getting his way. He was pissed cause the teller wouldn’t cash his check for him or something. So he asks for the guy’s number and tells him that he will phone him when he gets authorization to clear the check.
The guy freaks out and says, you’re not going to cash this right now?
The teller says no.
The guy tells the teller to shove the authorization up his ass, and then calls him a racist slur. I am not going to repeat the term because well, it doesn’t need repeating.
I was stunned though. I mean, to hear someone flat out call someone else this to their face, with no regard for anything… wow. Unreal. Is this 1960 Alabama?
What the hell do I know? I’m white and have always been white. I don’t know of the difficulties that people of other nationalities feel on a day to day basis. I don’t know how many people look at them differently, or are rude to them for whatever reason.
The guy in the bank needed his teeth kicked in is what he needed. Arian prick. Violence doesn’t solve things, I know, but holy shit fingers, this guy was a fucking clown. The teller was polite, nice, doing his job. This guy has to feel like a man because he didn’t get his way so he throws a racist term on the table? Really? Where the fuck do we live, the deep south? I wasn’t aware the KKK was alive and thriving in my little corner of Canada.
What a fucktard. I was looking right at him in disbelief, and it’s probably a good thing Chuckles didn’t look at me because he’d have probably asked me what the fuck my problem is… and well, I don’t really keep my nose in my own business usually. I have this bad habit of trying to stand up for my fellow man. I was raised rather old fashioned I think.
People often wish the world was a better place… yet they do fuck all to help out. Be the change people, one small thing DOES make a difference.
Anyway… I am not good at keeping out of things. I probably should keep to myself more. In the past… I’ve straight armed a shoplifter that was running from in store security and was coming straight for me. I wasn’t trying to be a hero, reality is it was stupid of me to step in given the circumstances. Dude was coming right at me and started to throw a punch to go through me since he was running and I was between him and the door (I was entering the store at the time). Martial arts training kicked in and I reacted without thinking. I can still remember going home to Bryci and telling her about it because my adrenaline was pumping and I was so proud of myself for taking this guy down and helping out. I can also recall the look she gave me… like I was dumb as a bag of hammers for getting in this dude’s path. he could have pulled a knife, a gun, who knows. She is right of course.
The fucktard at the bank though… yeah, I could totally have seen myself getting into it with him. It’s funny because I am such a passive guy, friendly and chill. That is until I’m pushed, and then I’m…well… not that guy. I think we all have the other side of us that comes out sometimes, right?
Pisses me off though, the guy needed a throat kick for sure. What would you have done in my shoes? I was hungry as fuck at the time, I’d been driving a long time that day prior… so it’s definitely good that I didn’t get into something. Energy is needed sometimes and well, I had next to none.



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