Post by Radrook Admin on Mar 19, 2023 2:46:03 GMT -5
Grocery Store Odyssey
First, I only go to grocery stores in order to buy food. Why? Because I need to eat to stay alive. I do not go to fight customers or argue with merchants and owners. Yet despite this, every single time I go to one, I either encounter an irate clerk or owner, or else a fellow-customer who wants to argue or fight.
It is uncanny since it never fails and has been going on all my life. If it isn't someone in the store, then it's someone I meet on the way to the store or returning from the store. As if they have been meticulously located in my trajectory by someone who is hell-bent on testing my patience to see how far it can endure provocation.
Now, please note that I gain absolutely nothing by arguing with store-owners. In fact, I consider it extremely dangerous since they might be racists itching for a reason to shoot someone that they hatefully consider a foreigner. Neither do I trust the police to be fair since there are police officers who are politically inclined to arrest persons they deem undesirable foreigners in what they consider their country.
The owner shoots me, tells them I am to blame, and I wind up in prison, the morgue or ER when the authorities take his word that I deserved to be shot.
So I gain absolutely NOTHING from going to grocery stores and initiating heated arguments with storeowners in a racist country such as this. As I said, I am merely there to buy food and go home. Now despite my efforts, I am constantly under the pressure of getting into arguments. Either a fellow customer will initiate something via some offensive remark, such as "Go back where you came from!" as two African Americans did, or the storeowner himself will smilingly hurl some insult.
Or else I will be suddenly intercepted on my way home by some trouble-maker or at the apartment building by someone wishing to get in some insulting remark while feigning friendship.
Why this happens so damned frequently as if on schedule, is beyond me. Just recently it caused me to become engaged in a heated argument with this local Indian storeowner who began making negative statements about my age and physical appearance while this customer-an African American, who was standing by, kept interfering as if I had no right to react to the insult.
This led to my going home and returning to tell the owner that I didn't like his comment. He became enraged, and hurtful words were exchanged. Had he wanted to shoot me, he could have. Or had he wanted to call the police, he could have. All totally unnecessary since I don't go to his store to hear his personal opinion on my physical appearance nor my age-especially if it is negative.
Please note that it took me a full ten years to finally lose my self control with this Indian Bozo, who imagines himself some sort of deity just because he owns this grocery store similar to a small closet in size.
Prior to this incident, I kept trying to assure him that I was not rushing him whenever he growled for me to "WAIT!" at the checkout counter. I also had patience when he once purposefully hid my food under the counter, and I had to return to get the item he had hidden.
Or his taking sides with his Indian clerk employee who began shouting because I used the store's rinky-dink men's room. Or his selling me rotten pears that he seemed to have fetched from the trash-bin, and with his complaints about my consuming the fish he sold me too quickly. Which of course, is none of his god-damned business.
I also kept apologizing whenever he displayed impatience. Even had patience with his insult in reference to my personality recently. So if indeed I lost it a few days ago, it was not overnight, but resulted from cumulative effects of his constant provocations.
Unfortunately, that adds another Asiatic-Immigrant-owned grocery store I cannot use in my immediate vicinity. It forces me to deal with these nasty racist Amish and their very nasty racist policies and rude behavior at the local market.
It is uncanny since it never fails and has been going on all my life. If it isn't someone in the store, then it's someone I meet on the way to the store or returning from the store. As if they have been meticulously located in my trajectory by someone who is hell-bent on testing my patience to see how far it can endure provocation.
Now, please note that I gain absolutely nothing by arguing with store-owners. In fact, I consider it extremely dangerous since they might be racists itching for a reason to shoot someone that they hatefully consider a foreigner. Neither do I trust the police to be fair since there are police officers who are politically inclined to arrest persons they deem undesirable foreigners in what they consider their country.
The owner shoots me, tells them I am to blame, and I wind up in prison, the morgue or ER when the authorities take his word that I deserved to be shot.
So I gain absolutely NOTHING from going to grocery stores and initiating heated arguments with storeowners in a racist country such as this. As I said, I am merely there to buy food and go home. Now despite my efforts, I am constantly under the pressure of getting into arguments. Either a fellow customer will initiate something via some offensive remark, such as "Go back where you came from!" as two African Americans did, or the storeowner himself will smilingly hurl some insult.
Or else I will be suddenly intercepted on my way home by some trouble-maker or at the apartment building by someone wishing to get in some insulting remark while feigning friendship.
Why this happens so damned frequently as if on schedule, is beyond me. Just recently it caused me to become engaged in a heated argument with this local Indian storeowner who began making negative statements about my age and physical appearance while this customer-an African American, who was standing by, kept interfering as if I had no right to react to the insult.
This led to my going home and returning to tell the owner that I didn't like his comment. He became enraged, and hurtful words were exchanged. Had he wanted to shoot me, he could have. Or had he wanted to call the police, he could have. All totally unnecessary since I don't go to his store to hear his personal opinion on my physical appearance nor my age-especially if it is negative.
Please note that it took me a full ten years to finally lose my self control with this Indian Bozo, who imagines himself some sort of deity just because he owns this grocery store similar to a small closet in size.
Prior to this incident, I kept trying to assure him that I was not rushing him whenever he growled for me to "WAIT!" at the checkout counter. I also had patience when he once purposefully hid my food under the counter, and I had to return to get the item he had hidden.
Or his taking sides with his Indian clerk employee who began shouting because I used the store's rinky-dink men's room. Or his selling me rotten pears that he seemed to have fetched from the trash-bin, and with his complaints about my consuming the fish he sold me too quickly. Which of course, is none of his god-damned business.
I also kept apologizing whenever he displayed impatience. Even had patience with his insult in reference to my personality recently. So if indeed I lost it a few days ago, it was not overnight, but resulted from cumulative effects of his constant provocations.
Unfortunately, that adds another Asiatic-Immigrant-owned grocery store I cannot use in my immediate vicinity. It forces me to deal with these nasty racist Amish and their very nasty racist policies and rude behavior at the local market.
