I saw the funniest and saddest thing yesterday

[LeftyMom]

I stopped to get gas in midtown, and it one of the few stations left in the civilized universe that doesn't take cash at the pump, so I had to go inside and stand in line. In line I noticed that the guy in front of me was wearing a t shirt for some white supremacy group. He paid for his two packs of cheap cigs, a coke and a few bucks worth of gas, and he didn't say anything rude to the cashier, a pretty black lady who didn't seem to notice his choice of apparel.

Maybe I'm imagining it, but he looked a little dejected on his way out to his car. I think he wanted her to notice and say something.

Then he went out to his tiny, beat up Toyota, and I laughed inside at the apparently unnoticed contradiction, as I pumped gas into my own American car. While I really ought to applaud the guy for defying stereotypes and not having a pickup truck with a confederate battle flag on it, seems like he ought to have had some sort of car made by people he thinks are superior- surely they'd make superior cars as well, right? Anyhow, let's gut to the chase, Loser McBigot apparently can't afford anything else, as his car looks like it spent a week at the dismantler before he drove off in it as is.

He repeatedly looked nervously over at the largish black guy gassing up his Mercedes on the other side of the pump, and his narrow shoulders a bit hunched as he pumped his gas, and I think he noticed that most of the people there wouldn't be fans of his choice of attire. I got the feeling, as he got in his car hurriedly and sped away, that perhaps that shirt is going to spend less time on his back and more time in the closet, on occasions when this creep has to venture out into the scary multihued world of Sacramento without backup from his fellow Prussian Blue fans. My suspicion is that this guy and a lot of his buddies spent most of his high school years head-down in a trash can, and that this "master race" crap is their way of convincing themselves that they're really special after all, and not socially the socially awkward, unattractively thin losers with bad skin driving cheap cars with extensive body damage the rest of us see.

Honestly, as much as I wanted to hate the guy, after seeing less than five minutes of his life, all I felt was pity.

[stuntcat]

1. beautiful

:cry: