Today I was shopping at a local supermarket when I saw a black dude arguing with a young, bewildered cashier. The middle-aged looking guy had a pretty broken English, and judging by his accent, he was probably from somewhere in Northern-Africa, wore a roughly 6 inch long cross as a necklace and was giving the poor kid absolute hell, cursing like a sailor while his wife, covered head-to-toe in black robes, was silently and obediently looking at the ground. He was holding up the line like a motherfucker, and of course nobody dared ask him to kindly fuck off.
A few weeks ago I already had an argument with some Middle-Eastern looking dood at a post office who was throwing a fit for missing his turn because he went shopping, ending in him threatening to beat me up and me telling him to go back to whatever 3rd world shithole he had crawled out of, so I wasn't in the mood for letting things escalate like that again. Inspired by his dangling cross, I stepped to the guy who still wasn't done telling the cashier to go fuck himself, put a huge smile on my face, and while trying my best to sound like a stereotypical pious Texan, I told him: "Sir, Ah don't think our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ would approve of such foul language." Bewildered, the guy looked at me in silence for a solid two seconds, then stormed off with her wife following her without a sound and her stare still glued straight in front of her feet.
Man, there are enough idiots here already, we really don't need to import more...
