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This isn't me trying to sound like a badass, just sharing what happened since you guys might find it amusing. No, I wasn't carrying.

Store was crowded. I just needed a couple items so I didn't have a cart or basket. I was coming out of one aisle and turning right into the next one. This big nigger was pushing his cart past me. After walking by he ooked, "Hey!" I turned around and said, "Sup?"

Nig: "You don't need to be gettin' so close to me."
Me: "I wasn't close to you."
Nig: "You brushed against mah bags uh chips!"
Me: "Nah, man. I didn't touch your chips."
Nig: "You can't be gettin' up in mah personal space!"
Me: "Wasn't in your space. Just walk away, man."
Nig: "There wasn't enough room for both of us there!"
Me: "Actually there was, if you were too close to me then you had room to move over."

LOL, imagine a nigger trying to lecture someone on manners and personal space. He was already on defcon 2 chimpout but instantly turning his words against him sent him into his full on nigger moment.

Keep in mind this dude was big, like 6'5" and probably 260 or 270 lbs. He could have killed me if he wanted. Basically from there the ape was getting angrier and louder. People around us were watching. There was more back and forth of him claiming I was too close and me telling him nope and to go walk it off. I kept eye contact the whole time and raised my voice to match his volume. I chuckled at his repeated whining about "mah personal space." Eventually he got closer to me and did the usual nigger routine.

Nig: "I could smack your punk ass!"
Me: "You're not going to do anything."
Nig: "Fuck you, smiling like a bitch!"
Me: "So you're claiming I was too close to you and now you're getting in my personal space. Just walk away, bro."

After some more ooga booga he finally decided to walk away in frustration. "Man, fuck you!" I told him I hope his day gets better. He muttered something to himself and stormed off. Saw him later by checkout and he wouldn't make eye contact with me. I like to imagine that nigga was fuming inside about me not giving him the opportunity to act on his impulses.

Honestly don't think I brushed against anything in his cart - if I did it was too trivial for me to notice. Best I recall he did have room to move over if he wanted - typical antisocial nigger entitlement priming them to look for a fight. He didn't get what he wanted so he stomped away b/c niggers have the emotional maturity of toddlers at best.

I'd say I handled it pretty well, but you goats might say differently. Stood my ground, didn't acknowledge anything he was crying about, matched his volume to a certain point without yelling or actually being angry. I was surprisingly calm and confident, probably because I knew he wouldn't do jack with 1-2 dozen witnesses. I was relaxed but also didn't relax if that makes sense.

Funnily enough yesterday in the discussion of a video of some zogbot turning a nigger into swiss cheese I was wondering if maybe my hatred for niggers was making me into what I hate. Sometimes it's nice to get a first-hand refresher on what we're dealing with.

Anyway, that nigger is probably going to beat the shit out of his pitbull, kids, and/or baby mama later today.