Adventures in Thrift Store Land

[pen_grunt]

I know my sis pointedthings claimed dibs on this, but she only told her half of the story. It gets better...

Long story short: a very crazy, creepy white supremacist approached us in the (Hispanic) Thrift Store. I'm thinking the guy sorta had a death wish. At any rate, it's fun to f*ck with people sometimes.

Read the beginning here http://pointedthings.livejournal.com/8897.html or


I went to the thrift store this weekend with my sister and nearly brother in law, looking for treasures. I found some, but this wasn't one of them. Well, maybe it was in its own right. It did keep me laughing for the rest of the afternoon. Unfortunately, it also gave me a feeling of uneasiness and nausea. The following is my experience getting hit on by a white supremacist. In a thrift store filled with not exactly white people.

While I was walking to an aisle filled with hideously front pleated shorts...

"Hey, are you Swedish at all?"

Huh? Alright, if you've ever seen me, the answer to this one is pretty obvious. But some guy needs to know. So I reply, "um, yeah, a bit". And try really hard to continue browsing the racks and not to turn around. But I do. And there's a middle aged white guy with a buzz cut coming at me with a disgusting look of awe. Crap.

There are some creepy people at thrift stores, and it's not as if I've never been around creepy crazies before. I also have some experience with random creepy men trying to talk to me. It's just best to ignore them until they see a pretty flower on the sidewalk or something.

"You are the palest person I've ever seen."

Nice. People are starting to tell me this a lot lately. What an unfortunate coincidence that this man wished to tell me as well. I keep absently flipping through shorts, and he just keeps walking towards me. Soon he will be invading my personal bubble. I'm ok with crazy, but keep your god damn distance freako.

Next came how the races shouldn't mix, it isn't the way it was intended, and that black people bring about all sorts of problems. I told him my black boyfriend was going to kick his ass. His reply, "Is he pure black, or mulatto? Because my brother, when he was in jail, he says it's the mulattos that cause all the problems..."

Riiight, I'm sure your brother is in jail because he's an upstanding citizen. This is going so wrong, and he won't leave. I tell him to go away, and he just keeps on about God and the bible and races. I just can't say a thing. I'm completely irritated about what he thinks he has a right to say in public, and to me, and in my personal bubble. I'm embarrassed and scared. But amused at the same time. I wanted to have a witty reply, or a good right hook or something. Unfortunately, I had neither at the moment.

I had something better. My sister happened to wander over into the vortex of creepy hate man. Diversion! I didn't look alright, and there was this guy there. She wondered what was wrong. I told her. We bust out laughing. Loudly. At him. Oh, I don't think he was pleased. But I was. Too bad he went for my sister's lack of Christianity next. Bummer.



MY half:
So I come up to the horrible pleated shorts after hearing something about how races shouldn't mix, and my sister saying, "I guess you wouldn't like my black boyfriend then, huh?" (This has me intrigued since my sister is a.) talking to a creepy, sulky-looking, 60-ish years old man, and b.) decidedly free of any boyfriend.)

She sort of scared him away for a second, but then he "made the rounds" around the jeans rack and started to talk to me. He says to me [and I'm paraphrasing here since he was sorta mumbly], "You know, blonde hair and blue eyes are becoming extinct you know. Because of all the interbreeding, there won't be any of our kind left."

I say, "Actually, you'd probably be interested to know that our father had black hair." (Which is very, very true. My black-haired father ended up with two white-blonde haired daughters...take that dominant hair color genes.)

He kind of shudders away (maybe he heard me say that my father was black, I'm not sure).

He circles and returns. "You know, that's possible, but they're recessive so that means that if you mix the races that's where you end up in trouble. Soon there won't be any blonde hair. That's just not right."

At this point, both my sister and I are laughing hysterically. I'm sure this does NOT make said man happy. It's oft dangerous to laugh at crazies, but it's the best defense.

He turns on me with a passion, "I bet you dare to call yourself a Christian, but you're not. You may think you know Christian values and call yourself a Christian, but you don't know what it means."

I (for the sake of pushing buttons, more than anything else), look him in the eye, point blank and say, "Actually, I do NOT call myself a Christian."

Then he scurried away, fast as fast can be. He was last seen talking to the Latino population of the thrift store about how it wasn't their "fault" that they were ignorant--it was just their race.

It would have been more dramatic if I had included a hiss at the end. . . or perhaps bared my teeth or some such thing.

I considered saying I was pregnant with a half (whatever non-white race) child, but he probably would have punched me in the stomach.

That kind of stuff just makes me mad. It would have amused me more if the guy weren't so disregarding of personal space/creepy. Just because I'm a blonde haired, light-eyed, frightfully pale person does NOT give you the right to identify with me as an example of Aryan perfection. It does NOT mean that I'm sympathetic to your cause. It does NOT give you the right to start spouting your hateful propaganda to me in the middle of a store in MY personal space. It does NOT give you the right to question my values, nor does it give you the right to try to preach to me about how "races shouldn't mix".

I didn't say it to my sister at the time, but I'm totally calling asshole-dibs on that one. If only I could point virtually.

Additionally, what's up with LJ wanting to correct the feminine version of "blonde" to be the masculine "blond"?

Comments

[floydcollins.livejournal.com]

>> Just because I'm a blonde haired, light-eyed, frightfully pale person does NOT give you the right to identify with me as an example of Aryan perfection

You're an example of perfection for many reasons :)

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

I'm far, far, far away from perfect, but danke anyway :)

That made me smile.

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

So . . . did he notice that you don't have blue eyes???

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

Apparently not, although my eyes were sort of a lighter green-brown than normal that day.

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

still . . .

[yobadself.livejournal.com]

I had to add you after that.