I was at a grocery store deli today, waiting to be served as the sole deli worker was busy slicing some meat... Then, just beyond my peripheral vision, I hear a nigger’s unmistakable voice talking energetically, “You oughta try da honey butter, it’s real good, and they also have...” For a few seconds, I didn’t respond and kept looking straight ahead at the deli worker, as it seemed the voice behind me may have been talking to someone else....the voice happily prattled on for about 10-15 more seconds, talking about the various products that One should try....

After that awkward interim, it dawned on me that the voice was talking to ME the whole time. So I turn around and see a gaunt, partially toothless nigger female, looking like a meth-head or crackhead, grinning and continually talking at me, recommending that I should try this meat or that potato salad, etc. I cut it off by saying, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were talking to ME this whole time...normally you would introduce yourself first....” and then I turned around away from the nigger to face the deli worker again, who continued slicing meat sheepishly as if to avoid eye contact with the jabbering nigger...

The nigger soon shambled off and left me alone, still muttering to itself about all the great foods I should try...That’s right, nigger...leave me the fuck alone...go talk to a telephone pole or something...