I just ran into a minor incursion of pajeet dumbfuckery that I figured I'd vent about.
A few nights ago I went for a walk into the city center, and suddenly an SUV driven by an Indian Uber driver made a right turn at an intersection, but randomly stopped halfway. So he was diagonally across the crosswalk, blocking traffic. He parked his car like that for about a minute or so, completely oblivious to what he was doing. Just then a cop pulled up behind him and started humiliating the brown menace through a loudspeaker. In a very bored, irritated, and sarcastic tone, the cop said through the loudspeaker, "You need to move out of the way. You are blocking traffic. People cannot continue moving unless you move out of the way. Get out of the way."
About 10 seconds later, the pajeet put his car in drive and slowly started driving at a snail's pace down the street as the cop slowly followed him. I walked away laughing. Well, guess what? The next night I went for a walk around the same part of the town, and approached the same spot. You'll never guess who was blocking the intersection this time: another fucking SUV with a god damn Sikh in a fucking turban. Just sitting there with his car in park, stopped in the middle street and staring at his steering wheel doing nothing. Not on his phone, not looking at his GPS -- just completely frozen in place with his face forward. Completely oblivious to any traffic on the street. Is this fucking intersection haunted and has the magic ability to cause Indians in SUVs to freeze in place when they cross it?
Anyway, just a half hour or so ago I walked to a 24-hour 7-Eleven to grab some Gatorade, and as I was approaching the door, an Indian DoorDash biker with a helmet and backback entered before me. The retarded third-worlder paused in front of the door like he was trying to solve a puzzle. He slowly grabbed the handle, and feeblishly tried to pull it open with the same amount of physical force as a senior citizen trying to move a heavy object. I got pissed off and impatient, so as I was waiting behind him I lunged forward, grabbed the door, and yanked it open and walked around him to go inside, much to his shock and confusion. I turned around and scowled at him with an expression on my face that said, "Yes, Ranjesh, it's a fucking door: we have them in our country."
Is anyone else noticing Indians having very poor spatial awareness? They're always stopping in doorways, stopping in busy sidewalks, stopping in busy traffic, or just struggling to adapt to basic human functions (such as my rant about the door at 7-Eleven).