Tactical Blog: Close Encounters of the Nigger Kind

Alright, now, lemme clear this up first, I am not racist, I hate EVERYBODY. I use the term 'Nigger' for a wide variate of things, from a term of endearment to an insult. When I use the word nigger as an insult, it's directed at that type of person, I believe that every race can have these 'niggers'. But it seems that because of something that happened two hundred years ago, we can't use a word.

This instance, it happens to be an African-American man who makes the list.

So, I was told to pick up a few things from walmart for my mother. Being the errand boy that I am, I happily oblige. Two things on my list, easy trip, except for the Thanksgiving/Christmas shoppers. Keep in mind, I hate the holiday season with a passion.

So, a toaster and a mattress pad. I find them fairly quickly, 10 to 15 minutes due to the crowds. I walk by the checkout lines, and 6 out of the 30 are open, and the lines are killer in length, so I decide to walk to the back of the store and price check various things. 15 to 20 minutes later I decide to go back to the front. A few more lines are open, and the '10 items or less' line catches my eye. Two people in line, one checking out, fast track outta that hell hole.

Here's where the encounter starts. I line up with the rest, and I see a dude, who happens to be black, staking up items into separate piles and putting the dividers inbetween the piles. I start to wise up, and I count the piles. Five piles of ten items each. I catch on, and ask the dude. "Hey man, what's the deal with this?"
"What do you mean?" the man says to me.
"The piles, don't you think we'd all be out of here faster if you took your stuff to another, normal checkout?"
"Nah, man, this be faster." he replies.
My rage builds... "No, this is not faster, it's stupid."
He laughs. "Whatever you say man."
Builds further... "YOU'RE HOLDING UP OUR DAY JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO DAMN SELFISH TO DO WHAT THE STORE ASKS YOU TO!?"
He lashes out at me. "YOU JUST HATIN' CAUSE I BE BLACK, RIGHT?"
I look him straight in the eyes and say "Forget it, asshole." and he goes with his idiotic idea.
For the 30 minutes I was standing in line, I contemplated taking the frozen turkey out of the basket behind me and violently bludgeoning him into submission. Yes. I said 30 minutes. In a ten item or less line.