i have been thinking about this for a while and i honestly can't think of any time when anyone greeted me with any rude comment, but when i was 12 i was walking home from school along the canal bank and there were these three high school boys on the other side and they were trying to get my attention making catcalls and whistling so i looked over and the one in the middle had pulled down his pants and was bent over, exposing the biggest, pastiest butt i had ever seen in my life. it looked like a big blob of rising bread dough.
yikes, i had forgotten about that all these years.
i do get some rude clerks sometimes...they kind of roll their eyes at me and go "NEXT"...i just smile at them and ask if they are having a pleasant day and by the time the transaction is over they are all chatty and friendly.
I went to Ireland with my college choir in April of 2000. Of course, we didn't think anything of it, but there were some black girls in the choir. On one of our first nights there, we all went out to a restaurant/pub in Bunratty. We were having a great time to ourselves when one of the guys in the pub walks up to the table, looks at my black friend, and says:
"Beggin' yer pardon ma'am, but me buddies n I'd like to know if yer black all over."
I swear, I think my jaw hit the floor--it only occurred to me to punch the guy after the shock wore off. Fortunately, my friend didn't bat an eye. Quick as you please she looked him up and down and said, "You'll never find out."
Wow... some of them really havnt seen a black guy because they live way out in the back of beyond! Im sorry they were ignorant - the Irish are generally the best for hospitality!
I will tell you one thing... a kid of my friends went for a trip to a city - we live in a rural area. He saw some black kids and came back asking why they were so dirty.. He had never seen a black kid before; the point that I am making is that if people arent exposed to diversity, then this makes them ignorant. The kid isnt ignorant anymore - now he has experienced diversity in a city (thanks to the school, linking up with an inner city school - they knew that our community isnt diverse or rich in cross cultural influences).x
I definitely get that...I just don't know if that's all that was going on in that particular situation (I think he was also "trying" to come on to her) there was another black person in the pub who wasn't with us...LOL.
But fortunately, the rest of the trip was wonderful, and that guy was the exception rather than the rule. And still...it was the best comeback I've ever had the opportunity to witness.
You know, there are a few jerks out there, but I meet lots of nice people every time I go out. When I rolled my vehicle a few years ago, at least five men stopped to help. They took care of everything, including putting out the fire in the engine, making sure everyone was out of the vehicle and calling the police. One man loaned me his phone to call my husband, and several others stayed around until I had a ride home. All took time out of their day to help a stranger.
I am glad to say I have only ran into a handful of jerks.
I was just telling Justine about this encounter I had the other day. I can't really call this a greeting but..
I was at a gas station I go to quite a bit standing in line to pay for my gas and other things when this guy behind me says to me "I sure would like to suck your toes and other things too" I turned around and was actually speechless...The guy looked ok, I mean had nice clothes and was clean...not like some crazy guy or anything.. Even the cashier was flabbergasted..I just tossed my money on the counter and walked out to get in my car before this freak came out. I was thinking to myself did I just step into the twilight zone or what?? That was very weird and a bit scary too!!
Okay, I'm not sure how you'll take this but here it is.
I was once sitting at a bar, my local neighborhood bar, where everyone knows my name, kind of place. As to say, I spent a lot of time there over the years.
One night I see a very sexy girl sitting on the opposite side of the bar, she had been sitting there for quite some time just drinking. So, I bought her a drink.
As she accepted the drink, she gets up from her seat and begins walking over toward me. I was thinking that she was coming over to say thank you personally, instead of just the acknowledgment of a nod.
However, when she approached me, her demeanor changed and said to me, what made a boy like me think she would be interested?
My response was to tell her- that is she saw a boy anywhere in the bar, then by all means, she is to get on her hands and knees and make him a man.
wow, that girl sounds like a heartless woman if you ask me. i don't know why she would be rude to you like that. personally, even if you weren't her type, she could've at least tried to be civil with you since you did buy her the drink. oh well, some people just don't have good manners these days.
My wife, very very ill at the time, was with me in our rental car in Sierra Vista, Arizona (near where we live now) in 1999. Her very pregnant daughter was in the back seat. We'd been uptown to get the ladies' hair done for the daughter's high school graduation (which was to be held that evening). As we pulled into the parking lot at our motel, we were greeted by five black men who had checked into the room next to ours. These men had harrassed my wife verbally a few hours earlier during my absence but had not been in evidence when Sarah (daughter) and I'd gotten back from that errand.
One of the five, a very skinny dude we forever after referred to as "the pants dancer" was jigging around directly in front of our room door, blocking it actually, looking very smug.
Pam tells me that although I did put the transmission in Park, I was actually OUT of the vehicle before it came to a full stop, stomping toward the 5 of them and bellowing in full warcry, "YOU GOT A PROBLEM?!!" So I guess my return greeting wasn't all that polite, either.
I went belly to belly with the clear leader. We had a pretty intense confrontation. When I offered to bring the police into the conversation, though, things suddenly got quite civil.
By the time all was said and done, the pants dancer wanted to go around the corner of the building alone with me. This terrified my wife, who was sure he was going to pull a knife or pistol or SOMETHING. I knew better, assigned Sarah (daughter) to keep Pam from calling 911, and went.
Turned out the young man--who by now had been fully informed as to just how ill Pam was, how much she'd gone through to make it to her daughter's graduation, and how little she needed this kind of crap right then--simply wanted to APOLOGIZE to me. Profusely. He just didn't want witnesses.
All's well that ends well.
Curious footnote: Sarah had first met me earlier that day. An hour or so after that set-to, she got in HER car and went home (she lived with her father)...and reported that Pam's new guy (me) was "Six-foot-four if he's an inch!"
But that action on my part did much to cement my image with Pam's ex and the rest of the family, all but one of whom are martial artists and uninclined to wimp out all that much. So I guess I should thank those guys.
hello , nice to meet you , what church do you go to ? see thats a hard one cause if you answer catholic and they are like , say a mormon then they automatically drop their hand and hate you , I hate the what church do you go to greeting
what , you gotta be kidding me , if that isnt the worst pick up line I have ever heard I do not know what is , should of asked him what size jockstrap he wears and then said something like , looks like an extra small to me, bet he woulda run away with his hands between his legs Thats how I woulda answered that one anyway , cause I'm an as* like that
Speaking of boobs, I lived in Texas for a year, during the time that I covered my head. I got a lot of doors slammed in my face, rude stares, and so on, but on one occasion a guy walked right up to me and asked me if I had bombs in my bra.
My favorite response this type of rudeness was to say, "As-Salamu Alaykum" (peace be upon you in Arabic) and watch their eyes pop further out of their heads.
I most likley would have said something back like , I love Pizza but only with pepperoni and I love to F**k , then watch his eyes get all big then say just not guys with little di**ks like you ya bi**h
Okay here is my story. It was back when I was still in HS...my friends and I were at the beach having a bonfire. I was of course wearing a bikini duh! I had to use the restroom and not being afraid to go by myself like most girls I went by myself. When I cam back out there was a group of mexicans sitting on the wall. One of them looked at me and said "Hey there sexy mama." I raised an eyebrow, looked at him and in my low voice and sounded like a guy(yes I usually talk with a low voice) I said "Hey there baby." Scared the sh!t out of them!
This actually JUST happened like 4 days ago. I was walking home from the store and two guys were walking past me, and one of them yelled out "d*ck in the bum?" Oddest thing ever lol My response: "Keep dreaming!" he didn't have anything to say after that lol
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