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I usually do curbside pickup for my groceries. I shop higher end grocery stores or warehouse clubs to avoid the worst niggers. Generally it's a nigger that plucks the groceries, but hey, they used to pluck our cotton too.
The niggers that bring the order out are incapable of closing the sliding door on my van. Even after simplified instructions. The handle must be pressed down to unlatch the door from it's open position, but the handle cannot be held down to close the door. I end up telling them to forget it. I purvey the parking lot to ensure there are no errant niggers hiding between cars and close it myself.
I generally buy my gas at the warehouse clubs as well. it's less expensive and there are less niggers. Unfortunately I use ethanol free fuel for my Lawn mower, and generator and the warehouse clubs do not have ethanol free. Forcing me to buy from the Circle K convienience store (Shudder) which is basically nigger central. Realize that I have tried avoiding niggers most of my life. I do not do Walmart, I avoid convienience stores except for the aformentioned ethanol free fuel, I do not frequent or consume fast food, and my profession was in a highly technical field that had zero niggers. I prepare for the convienience store excursion by setting out my taser, pepper spray, making sure the baseball bat is where it's supposed to be, and having the pistol within reach.
I get to the station today and there is only 1 island that has the ethanol free nozzles. One side is blocked by a car with no occupant and the other is the infamous meme, a black Charger with a temporary paper tag that is so old it is illegible. A nigger is in the drivers seat and he has on an orange toboggan and his head is down, like he is passed out , dead or on his cell phone. I wait patiently for him to move but he does not. I tap my horn and he does not respond, I hit it a little harder, again with no response. Weighing my option on whether this is a hill I am willing to die on, I move around and park in front of the convienience store waiting for whomever is driving the other car to come out. I figure they are buying a fucking cookie or something. No go. No one comes out to move the car parked at the pumps , but orange toboggan nigger exits the black Charger, his pants below his ass with his underwear fully exposed and proceeds to put fuel in the car. Maybe $5.00 worth because he was observing the pump and alternating the nozzle trigger and he does not take long. He gets back in the car and I anxiously await him moving but he does not. At this point I am very pissed. I move my van back around so that I am facing the front of his car and I blow the horn... no response. Getting more pissed I lay on the fucking horn. Realize that I have completely restored said van and part of the restoration included upgrades, one of which is the horns (plural) This catches his attention. I point at the pump, point at him and then point away indicating he needs to move the fucking car. I am sure he can see that I am severely pissed and decides his best course of action is to move. Get this, the nigger moves his car to another gas island blocking the pumps there. I can tell you that I was ready to kill that nigger if I had to. I guess I am getting old enough (low 60's) that I am crotchety and mostly niggers do not want to fuck with older white men.