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Saturday, May 24, 2003 
The scariest man I ever saw 
Okay, I'm bored, time for a Story From My Past.

The scariest man I ever saw was in front of me in line at the pet store near my parents' house in Wilmington. I had nothing to do but stand there and look at him, and he wasn't much to look at: scraggly facial hair, long grayish-brown braid, bandanna around his head. I didn't want to look like I was staring at him, so I looked down. Which was when I noticed the "White Power" tattoo on his leg. Oh dear God, it's a white supremacist, I thought; I'd never actually seen one before, and now I really didn't want to look like I was staring at him. So I looked at the counter in front of the cash register, and saw what he was buying: a bag of live goldfish. Which were sitting on a box he'd brought in with him.

A pizza box.

Yes, I was standing directly behind a white supremacist with a bag of live goldfish...and a pizza.

I don't even remember what I did at that point; probably just pretended very hard that I wasn't there and waited for him to get the hell out of the store. I really, really don't even want to think about where he went and what he did after that.

Moral:

I don't think there is a moral. Just some plain common sense: Stay the heck away from white supremacists. And don't let them prepare your food.

[ at 10:10 PM • by Abby • permalink  ]




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