The Last Archimedean writes in with his feats of daring do in thwarting a racist crusty...
Made an early-morning trip to the store today to stock a few essentials, since I've now moved. The workers were all polite and helpful. However...
While I'm standing in line waiting to pay, the RAMBO in front of me goes on a sudden rant when she sees another customer who appears to be Hispanic doing their shopping. She unloads on the poor cashier about how "spics" are ruining the country and that "wetbacks" shouldn't be allowed to shop in the store because it should be for "real Americans only." She has an overflowing cartful of items, so the cashier has to endure this verbal vomit for about 4 or 5 minutes. The cashier is being stoic and not saying a word, but she's clearly uncomfortable. I'm getting sick to my stomach listening to this garbage, but I don't want to make a big scene, because I just moved here and don't know who any of these people are. For all I know this racist jerk could be the mayor's wife.
But everyone has their limits, and I've finally had enough. I use my sweetest voice. "Excuse me, miss, but I couldn't help hearing you. Did you say something about only real Americans should be allowed to shop here?"
"Yes, I did."
"I couldn't agree with you more, miss. What tribe are you from?"
"I agree, only real Americans should be allowed to shop here. In fact, I think that only real Americans should be allowed to live in this country. Everyone else should have to go back where they came from. So, what tribe are you from? I can stick around, because one of my ancestors was an advisor to Chief Si'ahl."
"I didn't mean *that* kind of real Americans."
And by that time, her purchases were scanned and bagged, and it was time for her to pay and leave.
Way to call that crusty out on their racist bullshit, TLA! You get a Retail Balls Award for the day!