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I'm not sure why I bother to go to the laundromat anymore. I think I'd be better off taking a rock and a washboard down to the river. At least I'd be doing laundry away from the general public. Oh, longish and language warning. As always. 
Good Father, Bad Mother
So, in a stellar example of good parenting, a dad brings his kids with him, sits them on each side of him on the bench and reads to them. I was shocked. And the kids were polite and well behaved! I thought I was in the twilight zone.
Then the dad left and the mom showed up. Same kids, other parent - they want her to read, she tells them reading is for morons like their father.
She tells them to go play in one of the commercial washers, instead. I was just flabbergasted. I'm not sure what kind of relationship the parents have, but it's hard to picture it being a good one.
Our main event
I was walking out of the laundromat to get some munchies at the grocery store in the plaza. There's a black guy standing in the vestibule looking at the postings on the bulleting board. He's standing in such a way that I have to walk between him and the message board to get out. I walk towards the doors, say "Excuse me" just before I pass between him and board and just as I'm about to open the door we have the following exchange of words:
RD: Racist Dude (racism is what is, regardless of your skin color)
Me: Too white for my own good, apparently.
RD: Hey, motherf*cker, you think you better than me? You look at me when you speak, white boy.
Me:
*cue Insta-@sshole mode* I said 'Excuse me' and I was looking where I was walking. Get over yourself, jackass.
RD: Aw, hell no. See this is the sh*t I have to put up with. You white c*cksuckers think you still own us n*ggers. Sh*theads like are why I'm unemployed, cost me my job at McD's. Now you show me some respect or else, racist b*tch.
Me:
Oh, really? 'White' guys like me are keeping you down? Maybe you better get your eyes checked before you open your b*tch @ss mouth, because I'm not white. I'm f*cking Native American. And if you think black people have it tough in this country, go check the numbers. There's far more black people than Natives, and you don't get stuck on reservations, so maybe you'd best shut your mouth until you have a clue.
RD: Sh*t, man, sorry, I'm just so pissed of since that @sshole manager at McD's fired me. You know how it is, brother.
Me: Oh, so now I'm your 'brother'? No thanks, f*ckwad. And for the record, I know <name of manager> at McD's. He's been friends with my dad since before I was born and I've known him my whole life. And in case you hadn't noticed, not only is he a really nice guy, but he's blacker than you are, dipsh*t.
RD: He ain't no f*cking n*gger like I am, he got black skin, but he's white just like you! F*cking all of you keeping me down! That's it, I'm out! *cue RD storming out through the back door*
Me:
*yelling at his back* Maybe it's that chip on your shoulder that's keeping you down, you racist f*ck.
Granted, I'm only about 2/3 or so Native American, the rest is good old Anglo-Saxon English, but no way was I going to let that stop me with this idiot.
I had the pleasure of observing RD and his girlfriend in the grocery store, too. He was in line bitching that the store was probably racist and going to refuse his coupons. I was amused to see his girlfriend appears to be of Irish stock, judging by her pale white skin and red hair. I wonder if she's a racist who's keeping him down too?
Incidentally, he and I were the only two people in the laundromat at the time. I probably would have reined in the language a bit if there were still children present.
Good Father, Bad Mother
So, in a stellar example of good parenting, a dad brings his kids with him, sits them on each side of him on the bench and reads to them. I was shocked. And the kids were polite and well behaved! I thought I was in the twilight zone.
Then the dad left and the mom showed up. Same kids, other parent - they want her to read, she tells them reading is for morons like their father.
She tells them to go play in one of the commercial washers, instead. I was just flabbergasted. I'm not sure what kind of relationship the parents have, but it's hard to picture it being a good one.Our main event
I was walking out of the laundromat to get some munchies at the grocery store in the plaza. There's a black guy standing in the vestibule looking at the postings on the bulleting board. He's standing in such a way that I have to walk between him and the message board to get out. I walk towards the doors, say "Excuse me" just before I pass between him and board and just as I'm about to open the door we have the following exchange of words:
RD: Racist Dude (racism is what is, regardless of your skin color)
Me: Too white for my own good, apparently.
RD: Hey, motherf*cker, you think you better than me? You look at me when you speak, white boy.
Me:
*cue Insta-@sshole mode* I said 'Excuse me' and I was looking where I was walking. Get over yourself, jackass.RD: Aw, hell no. See this is the sh*t I have to put up with. You white c*cksuckers think you still own us n*ggers. Sh*theads like are why I'm unemployed, cost me my job at McD's. Now you show me some respect or else, racist b*tch.
Me:
Oh, really? 'White' guys like me are keeping you down? Maybe you better get your eyes checked before you open your b*tch @ss mouth, because I'm not white. I'm f*cking Native American. And if you think black people have it tough in this country, go check the numbers. There's far more black people than Natives, and you don't get stuck on reservations, so maybe you'd best shut your mouth until you have a clue.RD:
Sh*t, man, sorry, I'm just so pissed of since that @sshole manager at McD's fired me. You know how it is, brother.Me: Oh, so now I'm your 'brother'? No thanks, f*ckwad. And for the record, I know <name of manager> at McD's. He's been friends with my dad since before I was born and I've known him my whole life. And in case you hadn't noticed, not only is he a really nice guy, but he's blacker than you are, dipsh*t.
RD:
He ain't no f*cking n*gger like I am, he got black skin, but he's white just like you! F*cking all of you keeping me down! That's it, I'm out! *cue RD storming out through the back door*Me:
*yelling at his back* Maybe it's that chip on your shoulder that's keeping you down, you racist f*ck.Granted, I'm only about 2/3 or so Native American, the rest is good old Anglo-Saxon English, but no way was I going to let that stop me with this idiot.
I had the pleasure of observing RD and his girlfriend in the grocery store, too. He was in line bitching that the store was probably racist and going to refuse his coupons. I was amused to see his girlfriend appears to be of Irish stock, judging by her pale white skin and red hair. I wonder if she's a racist who's keeping him down too?
Incidentally, he and I were the only two people in the laundromat at the time. I probably would have reined in the language a bit if there were still children present.
Oh, I miss that show.
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