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I spent some time in Orlando at the theme parks and then visited Savannah. Atlanta is my next stop.
Macon, GA had to be the biggest collection of human waste I have ever visited. I stopped off I75 to get something to eat, saw this little joint called NuWay. Food was actually like an upscale Varsity. But anyway, I go in and standing ahead of me is this black man and he is practically shouting his orders. I mean LOUD. So the girl rings it up and the man has to keep going back to the table where his wife is sitting and gathering up rolled coins and loose change to pay. So... anyway he pays and I am standing there ordering when he comes up behind me and starts yelling againg for ketchup packets. I just turn around and say "hey man, don't stand behind me and yell over my shoulder. You got this entire counter here beside me to stand and ask them, but you better not yell behind me again." This riff raff was just shocked that someone spoke to him like that. But he did move. And he did lower his voice. So I heard someone mumbling something and I look over at where his wife is sitting and she is (this is no joke or exaggeration) she is sitting there, scratching the hair on her chin with one hand and with the other hand she has the salt shaker, sprinkling salt out all over the table. Then she is licking her palm and running it over the table to get the salt to stick and licking it off her palm. (nasty shit) and she looks at me and goes "so whatchu lookin at white boy?" So I look at her and say " a nasty fat ass." All the girls behind the counter just cracked up.
Ok, sounds like the end of the story right? So I go and sit down and they move to the table beside me. WTF??? So I am sitting there eating and reading a newspaper, (because I have to have something to do with my eyes.) And the man is sitting there still mouthing off. Not just to me but about anything.
Some of his comments:
"wonder what they make this chili sauce out of?"
(to me) " hey man, can you look in the sports section and tell me what happened over the weekend."
"Hey, look at that, look at that nigga out there, I used to know that boys mamma's cousin."
And again his voice was at near barn rattling volume. I was so glad to finish and get out of there. If I had known what he was driving, I would have burnt it to the ground.
Macon, GA had to be the biggest collection of human waste I have ever visited. I stopped off I75 to get something to eat, saw this little joint called NuWay. Food was actually like an upscale Varsity. But anyway, I go in and standing ahead of me is this black man and he is practically shouting his orders. I mean LOUD. So the girl rings it up and the man has to keep going back to the table where his wife is sitting and gathering up rolled coins and loose change to pay. So... anyway he pays and I am standing there ordering when he comes up behind me and starts yelling againg for ketchup packets. I just turn around and say "hey man, don't stand behind me and yell over my shoulder. You got this entire counter here beside me to stand and ask them, but you better not yell behind me again." This riff raff was just shocked that someone spoke to him like that. But he did move. And he did lower his voice. So I heard someone mumbling something and I look over at where his wife is sitting and she is (this is no joke or exaggeration) she is sitting there, scratching the hair on her chin with one hand and with the other hand she has the salt shaker, sprinkling salt out all over the table. Then she is licking her palm and running it over the table to get the salt to stick and licking it off her palm. (nasty shit) and she looks at me and goes "so whatchu lookin at white boy?" So I look at her and say " a nasty fat ass." All the girls behind the counter just cracked up.
Ok, sounds like the end of the story right? So I go and sit down and they move to the table beside me. WTF??? So I am sitting there eating and reading a newspaper, (because I have to have something to do with my eyes.) And the man is sitting there still mouthing off. Not just to me but about anything.
Some of his comments:
"wonder what they make this chili sauce out of?"
(to me) " hey man, can you look in the sports section and tell me what happened over the weekend."
"Hey, look at that, look at that nigga out there, I used to know that boys mamma's cousin."
And again his voice was at near barn rattling volume. I was so glad to finish and get out of there. If I had known what he was driving, I would have burnt it to the ground.
